Sex in the City (or the Capital)

Our 6Th annual girls trip in old town Sacramento last weekend had all of the components of the PERFECT girls trip. There was... shopping (torturing Deb by forcing her to try on ugly dresses), me driving the wrong way through the valet and almost running over the has-been celebrity/comedian you have tickets to see later that night (see us and Danny Bonaduce left), Georgia the hilarious hotel clerk, free drink coupons, shots of tequila (too many I'm afraid), a comedian who apparently found a spot on Julie's shirt and was trying to help her out (see picture at right), dirty dancing in dangerous night clubs (apparently we were in a gang bar and didn't know it), bikers with white teeth, games of pool that never end, cigarettes (cough cough), answering the question "YES, we are ALL married." several hundred times, scary trips to Rite Aid to buy breast pumps, eat ice cream and get yelled at by drunk homeless people who like to cut in line, lots of yummy food (aka alcohol absorber), scaling locked bathroom doors to discover no dead bodies, the hunt for the perfect martini (which we found: Raspberry Lemon Drop at the Rio City Cafe), party favors (shhhh. thanks Leann!!!!), texting, emailing naked body parts to our husbands cell phones (we think), wrestling, having the hotel staff come tell us to "be quiet" at 1am, saving Julie from going straight to H-E-double two sticks because she's NOT NICE, calls home to our families because we miss them, deep and intimate dinner conversations, tears, laughter, hugs and of course THE movie that makes any girls weekend complete -- Sex in the City. The movie was hilarious, moving and just what the doctor ordered. I don't know how long I will be able to keep up with these crazy chicks, but I will tell you this....I will surely keep trying. They are my friends, my confidants -- my sisters. And I am truly blessed.

Thank you Cindy, Julie, Deb and Leann. See you all in rehab!