Remember when you were a kid and Christmas was like, The. Most. Exciting. Thing. Ever? And, how you counted down the days until the 25th of December, possibly marking large x's on a calendar or adding loops to a paper chain or something fun like that? And, how, on the 24th, you had trouble sleeping because you were so anxious for Christmas day to just arrive, already?
I'm having that kind of week, except, instead of anxiously awaiting the arrival of Santa, I am anxiously awaiting the arrival of The Girls. Specifically, the arrival of Reese, whom I will be picking up at the airport on Thursday. Then, Friday morning, she and I are driving several hours south to meet up with the rest of The Girls for a weekend that will be more fun than ten Christmases rolled up in one, and; we don't even need Santa.
No offense to the Big Guy.
This will be the first time in a number of years that we will (almost) all be together under one roof (James is unable to make the trip) and we have a lot of catching up to do as well as a lot of new memories to create.
Since we are staying at a secluded cabin in the woods; conversations will no doubt feature references to bear attacks, serial killers, rabid squirrels, and the Donner Party and; will increase in hilarity in correlation to the amount of alcohol consumed (A lot.) (Of alcohol; I mean) (Like, obviously.) Those new conversations will then be added to our existing Vault of Awesome Conversations, to be trotted out for review numerous times over the next fifty years (God willing) along with such classics as the "Reese Has a Hitler Mustache" conversation, the "What Happens in Vegas, Stays in Vegas" conversation and the on-going debate over whether or not I should have just caved in and slept with Danny Gallagher back in college and, whoa! How awesome (or not) would that have been.
In addition to the talking (and talking and talking and talking), rumor has it that a popular actor will be in the general area, filming his latest movie, so; star-stalking is definitely on the agenda. Unfortunately, none of us are particularly well-versed in the art of The Stalk, so, jail time is a real possibility, but! Not to worry; we have one of the husbands on call in the event that we require bail money. Or, more alcohol; the shortage of alcohol being the larger threat, me thinks.
Of course, in order to soak up all that alcohol, one needs food, so; I have already prepared and frozen two large pans of chicken enchiladas and a pan of cheesy bean dip for dinner on Saturday night. Jules is making her famous lasagna for Friday night's dinner and Phoebe and Tee are hauling lunch and breakfast items up with them. Reese and I will make a quick stop at Sam's Club for enough snacks to feed a small nation and, it goes without saying that we are all contributing something to the bar.
The plans, as you see, are well under way. Which, when you think about it; is really just our grown-up way of adding links to our paper chain.
I can't speak for the other girls, but; I'm also marking large x's on the calendar.
Four days to go...
And I. Am. So. EXCITED.