Yesterday morning, I stood, half-dressed in the hallway that separates the bedroom from the kitchen, announcing to my husband, “Girl’s night out. I won’t be home for dinner!” My arms were raised high and over my head, as if I had scored a touchdown in the final two minutes of a game. Bill laughed. “OK. Have fun,” he quipped back. “You going with Vicky?” “No, C&D,” I stated. He said it sounded like it would be a lot of fun. I agreed, and I had been looking forward to it all week. For it had been a long week and I was still feeling as if my energy had secretly been diverted when I wasn’t looking. One day I had lots of energy, the next day my energy would wane and I had wondered: How long before I can go home and curl up in bed with my book? One day, I even calculated if I went to bed at 8:00 p.m. how much sleep would I get before I got up at my usual time in the morning? Granted, the 3 days I had gone to the doctor and received vitamin B shots were the days my energy had reserves and I felt much better than on those days I was left to my own devices. I was surprised, actually, for I had been skeptical about the shots, but of course, I had also been so tired and sick that I was willing to try almost anything (even "eye of newt" if it could come in the form of a pill, tincture or shot). But now, finally, the end of the week had arrived, and damn it, I wanted to have some fun.
And, indeed, it was a lot of fun. I love girl’s night out, and I wished that there were pre-designated dates imprinted on every woman’s calendar for such evenings - you buy a calendar and there they are, every two months, a night out with your girlfriends. I admit, that there is something uniquely special about having a night out in the company of other women that fills me up unlike no other. Perhaps it’s the laughter and the energy that we share that is different from than that which we share with others. Or, is it our vulneerable moments to which we women can relate, or the challenges we women have faced over time? Is it how we love others, our work? For me, it is all of these things, but mostly it is the sound of our voices when combined, the sweet chorus of finely tuned laughter. Laughter that could never be imitated as if on cue, but instead, laughter that rises immediately and perfectly timed in response to those things which only we women can relate. While much of my life, I have been drawn to the energy of men and for many years my friendships had been stronger and more frequent with men, now that I am older (wiser?) I cherish the energy that only we women can share. There is a kinship and a bond that naturally forms, without effort, without pretenses, without judgment. As the evening came to a close, I sat back and looked at my two friends in admiration, quietly giving thanks for a wonderful evening and friendship. I treasure their company, their zest for fun, their laughter, strength, and the wonderful things I have learned from each of them.
My girl's night out just might have been the most rejuvinating shot of the week.