48 hours

The ladies in my family, meaning my mom and us three sisters, decided a while back to start a yearly girl's weekend tradition. Last weekend was our first installment.

The trip started out a little rocky for me when my tire EXPLODED on 694. EXPLODED. I lauged about it. I mean, for the first time in years, I wasn't in any hurry. Whatever, sitting on the side of the freeway surfing the Internet on the iPhone is quiet and kid-free. The Highway Helper didn't let me sit long though. He came and changed my tire and then I drove to Tires Plus where I spent FIVE HUNDRED DOLLARS on new tires.

Merry Christmas, yo.

We are going to take turns planning where to go, what to do, etc. and Annie planned the weekend. We stayed downtown Minneapolis at the Marriott. The hotel was nice enough but the parking garage was out of parking tickets when we got there and we were literally RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE of the Holidazzle Parade. It took about an hour to park and then we grabbed all of our stuff. Our stuff included, but was not limited to: Two giant bottles of wine and two regular bottles of wine, a case of beer, a six pack of beer, four giant bags, ten bags of Christmas goodies that we hauled in, three bags of chips, three kinds of cookies, homemade bread. 
 
I could go on but I won't. My point of it is to say that we weren't planning on starving or going thirsty and we hauled all of that shit like eighty miles into the hotel. Up and down nine elevators, through the skyway, through the lobby.

We looked like the Clampetts, I'm sure. Four women parading through with enough booze and food to feed a small army for weeks. Staying for TWO nights. It's been a while since I stayed in a hotel, I guess. I forgot about things like valet and bellmen to carry luggage. Rest assured I spotted the dude five bucks to carry my crap on the way out. Then, as I was driving away, I wondered if five dollars was enough.

The moral of the story: I HAVE BEEN LIVING UNDER A ROCK FOR WAY, WAY TOO LONG.

We shopped like crazy, ate here (which I thought was really good), had lunch here (greasy hangover cure), went here and here. My sisters tore it up on the dance floor and I hung out with my mommy. I feel like an idiot when I dance. Even after five glasses of wine, I feel like a total idiot. They are a fun bunch.

On my way home I spent a lot of time thinking about sisters and moms and family and came to the conclusion that everyone should have at least one sister and one mom. I just can't imagine life without a sister. And then I thought about Renee not having one and I was like "we should have another baby."

Clearly my 48 hours of freedom had gone to my head.

I came to my senses and prayed instead for Cameron to marry a nice girl that Renee and I can go on girl's weekends with :)





P.S. These are all five of the pictures I took over the weekend.  I was too busy eating and drinking and sleeping through the night.  My mission for Girl's Weekend 2010? Get a picture of the four of us together. DUH.
P.S.S. That look on my face can be blamed on my hangover.

Comments

[Nicole]

There is no doubt that you girls are all related! What an awesome idea and I am so glad that you were able to get away for a weekend (and so jealous!)

(And don't count out cousins for Renee to have her girls weekend with . . . I went to Las Vegas with my Mom, my aunt, and my cousin when I was pregnant with Quinn and had an amazing time! Those 3 went on a cruise earlier this year (when I was very pregnant with Briar) and I am still bummed that I didn't get to go!)

[Davina]

That looks like so much fun, we'll have to plan a girls weekend once I move up there, because I have no sisters to do that with.

[Heather]

Oh how fun! I WISH I had a sister! You better have another baby...there are no promises for a cool sister-in-law for Renee. I lived in that dream world for many years, and it never did come true :(

See you Wed, maybe?!?

[The Mommy]

You are truly blessed to have sisters like yours. Because having a sister doesn't necessarily guarantee that you'll be friends. Or really even like each other. Or live in the same world. {SIGH}

Renee will make time to be with her "girls" - be it sisters or cousins or SIL or friends because she sees YOU doing it. That will make all of the difference.