I’m just back from a girls’ weekend. I feel 10 years younger but have more laughter lines.
We roared, we cackled, we cried, we swam, we shopped, we walked, we ate, we ate, we ate – and did I mention we ate? We also caught up on a year’s worth of life, wrangled ideas and talked books and authors.
We watched a pod of dolphins round up a school of fish to gorge on then, bloated, leap into the air with new-found energy and delight. By the end of the weekend I felt like one of those dolphins – satiated and stuffed with love and laughter, lighter and more joyful.
Girls' weekends are soul food - enriching, energising and wonderful. I've been having them regularly since my 20s and we have vowed to continue them until we share a nursing home. Even then, we might make a break for it and see how far we get.
My mum has an entire girls week in a timeshare up the coast. She's not revealing too much about what goes on - what happens on the road stays on the road no matter if you are 18 or 80. But I suspect as life gets more serious, women just get sillier when they get a break together.
Here's how girls' weekends have changed over the years.
1. The fun/sleep ratio.
In your 20s, you are up nearly all night chatting, laughing, dancing and exploring. No one cares where they sleep.
In your 30s, you're up until midnight, thrilled that you don't have to wake up early. Some have bagsed their own bed (because they snore, or because they don't sleep, or they need light). Only some will share.
In your 40s, you're in bed by 11pm and still up by 8am. Only one or two of you will agree to the top bunk.