The best medicine

It really doesn't get much better than a vacation with the girls. It's an overall mental health break. A refueling for your soul. A chance to get away from your everyday and be yourself and just exist, if only for a few days, like you have no cares. No responsibilities.

And you really appreciate the time you get to spend with these people. Especially when you know that you are going to get some very key things accomplished in these few short days away. You laugh. A lot. You cry. Laugh until you cry. Laugh until you pee your pants. Drink until someone gets carried home. Wake up and do it again. 

Now I don't want to brag, but my girls kick some major ass. I could spend one day with them and be re-energized to take on the week ahead. But getting to spend a nice long weekend with them, even with a cluster of a road trip thrown in there, was complete awesome sauce. And we've all been through some shit. So that crying mentioned earlier was pretty much inevitable. When your girlfriend has kicked the crap out of cancer TWICE - you hug and you cry and you laugh and you are thankful. 


I am so thankful. For all of them. These kinds of friends are the kinds of friends that you cannot see for months (even though that really sucks) and it's as if no time had passed. You feel less alone and you feel like you are with the people who "get you". And you get to say things like - "I'm glad it's not just me!" and "That happens to you too!?" You can actually have conversations about religion, politics, music and bad tv. And you're still friends afterward. There are no such things as "taboo topics" with these friends. And you can be yourself. Warts and all. But thankfully my friends are very much like me - honest and funny basic bitches that enjoy the activity of imbibing copious amounts of alcohol - and I freakin' love them. 


So this particular weekend has brought me to the conclusion that vodka, beer, music and amazing friends (not necessarily in that order) is a pretty damn good prescription for anything that ails you. And when you need a break, when you need to rant about some ridiculous crap going on in your life, or when you really need to talk out which Real Housewives storyline is truly awful this season, I hope you're lucky enough to have your favorite bitches around to do it with. 


I send some major love and thanks out to those fantastic ladies and all of the fun, laughs and tears we shared over this phenomenal weekend. You have given me many a memory to think back on until we get to do it again. Hopefully sooner rather than later. 

Peace. Love. And sanity. (they have certainly helped me to preserve mine)