I'm back from my girls' weekend. What a blast. A group of eleven women, all wives of men who have some connection to the Grand Lodge of Minnesota (that would be the Masons - you know - the highly secretive, cow-levitating, pigmy-sacrificing group of men who control the world monetary supply) went down to Lanesboro, Minnesota for some shopping, biking, giggling, wine-drinking, and just a small amount of trouble.
There's a beautiful bike trail that you can pick up right in town. Note: Bring your own bike. The rental models all have seats about the size of a Ritz cracker and are made of tempered steel. After 5 miles, your tailbone will be cursing you aloud.
Saturday evening we ate at Mrs. B's Historic Lanesboro Inn. Excellent food. Crabby customers. One crusty gentleman left his table to come and holler at us that he couldn't hear anything being said in the next room. Pal, look at us. Eleven women who have been drinking all day. You think your little tirade is going to quell us? Best of luck.
I was almost sorry to leave on Sunday. After two full nights with no dogs barking or kids waking in the wee hours of the morning...well, it was tempting to stay.
I made it back to the cities in time for my Sunday afternoon soccer game. Perfect. Weather. Must have been the sacrifice I offered up to the weather gods while I was down in Lanesboro. (Bike trail - salamander - didn't see it until it was too late.) Anyway - beautiful weather. And I played well in spite of the fact that I was sweating Merlot.
And here I am. Back with the boys. And I missed them a lot. And I'm still happy to be here. Even though The Gov threw a tantrum so massive that he bit his own lip and got blood all down his shirt and The Senator decided to help himself to his vitamins and ended up dumping them all on the floor. Where The Crazyweiler was waiting to clean them all up. Home Sweet Home.
Anyone who would "holler" at a group of women is no gentleman.
Glad you had a had a pleasant weekend planning the overthrow of civilisation and the takeover of the world's finances. ;-)
I guess a bicycle is more palatable to the gods as a sacrificial instrument than a car - has a bit more of that 'personal' touch.
Daughter (in-law), I am glad that you are home. And I am so glad that you took the weekend for yourself. It was fun to watch the dynamics of 3 males with Mom out of the picture. Of course, Nana was there, but I tried to let them do their own boy thing. I bet it was great to spend a weekend interacting with adults.
My only request is that next time you invite me. That will be the true test of males taking charge for the weekend.
Posted by: nana at October 6, 2003 10:47 PM