So I have been all talk about this weekend and the music festival I am attending. 3.5 days away from responsibility in a field of Bohemian wearing young girls, loads of drugs that I have probably never heard, and an insane amount of SEXY ASS performers. For real. Justin Timberlake, Eddie Vedder, Ryan Adams, Trombone, Shorty, Fitz and the Tantrums, The Averett Brothers (you jealous yet???)
And on top of that….we have VIP Passes. Access to front row, open bar, our own bathroom, open bar, tents, OPEN BAR!!! I mean how the hell is this actually happening??? It is like a freakin dream and I am about to live it for real.
But I want to tell you what I am really the MOST excited about. I am going with 4 old friends. All five of us, getting together from all over to experience this together. One from New York. One from LA. One from Virginia Beach and two of us from Atlanta. All taking this Pilgrimage together and enjoying the true meaning of GIRLS TRIP.
Kim, Kara, Kate, Talia and myself are saying peace out to our hectic adult lives to lounge around a hotel room, laugh, celebrate and enjoy for 3 days. We are stopping this whole “too busy to talk” mentality for a weekend to reconnect, relax and rejuvenate ourselves and our relationships….with each other.
The idea that these 4 women and I are about to let loose and enjoy these shows together means more to me than any hot musician ever could. I mean, I would much rather have sex with Justin or Eddie…but my girlfriends are pretty sexy, so I’d much rather go back to the hotel with them.
We need this. I NEED THIS SO DESPERATELY. I have had a hard time being as good of a friend as I used to be before kids. I have not figured out how to do both. When I am alone in the car, I should pick up the phone and call someone, but I don’t. It is the only time I can be silent. Fuck, I even turn music OFF when I am driving alone because my mind LONGS for quiet. I should invite people out for quick dinners or a drink, but I am so damn tired, after work, school, life…. I just want to sleep. I should go out to more things my friends invite me too, but when I punch out, I just want to see my babies. I know I complain about them a lot, but they are growing up so fast and I just want to see them. I have become a bad friend. I know it. They know it. I have not figured this area of motherhood out at all. But this weekend, I am working towards it, and it makes me so happy!
Girlfriends are the truest relationships we can have as women. Outside of the intimacy we have with our partners, girlfriends are the next closest thing. We tell them things we don’t tell our partners, our mothers, our therapists. In a way a girlfriend is all of those combined, plus our own private comedian, with shared inside jokes. They watch us grow. They let us go. They get mad at us and are always the happiest for us. My girlfriends mean the world to me and this weekend I am going to eat them and the time we are sharing up.
So Pilgrimage Fest, here we come. And as you see and hear me talking shit about a ménage a trois with Justin and Eddie….know that there are four females standing next to me fulfilling every fantasy I have for this weekend.
Let’s do this ladies!!
The Shitty Housewife