Weekend with the girls

"Let's do a white trash weekend in Atlantic City!!!"

"Huh?!"

"There's got to be spangles. And it's got to look very eighties. And there's got to be some resemblance to the episode in Sex in the City when they went to Atlantic City for the weekend!"

"Huh?!" Jenn was excitedly cooking up a plan again.

What with this being one of Sarah's last weekends before moving to Seattle, it called for a girly weekend of fun and frolic. Sarah's departure is a terrible loss to us. So what if she's doing it for her fella, is that justification enough to quit the group?! I try to bear a grudge, but then I look at the radiant beam in her face as she talks about living with her man out West, and it's impossible to not just be happy for her.

So it came to be that we found ourselves, reasonably early for a Saturday, bundled into a Greyhound heading for AC. Other than the five of us, everyone else on the bus had to be in the senior citizen category. I never knew old people were such gamblers, the sly foxes. But now after this weekend in AC, the next time I bump into an old person I'll exchange a knowing look with them. Now, I know.

The busride to AC was pretty uneventful. Unlike the busride back, when we found ourselves in seats right by the toilet. I have no idea what people do in bus toilets, but after surviving that unbearable stench for the entire return journey, it's safe to say I'm sworn off bus travel for the foreseeable future.

When we got to AC, we headed straight for the boardwalk and strolled along the beachside bars. Found a rooftop pool and planted our posteriors right beside it. There's something about radiant warm sunshine and chilled white wine that just goes together like peas in a pod.

Over the course of the evening, we proceeded to bless with our presence each of the beachside bars in linear fashion. A wine here, a beer there. A cocktail, and then some dinner. And before we knew it, the entire evening and night had silently slipped by, and we could already see the soft glow of the rising sun as we strolled on the boadwalk back towards the hotel.

That's the beautiful thing about a weekend with the girls. It was a weekend of continuous laughter and shared experiences. Of swapping tales and opening hearts. Oh yeah, and of becoming millionnaires.