I used to meet up with a few gals on a regular basis, for a girls’ lunch. It was always at the same time, on the same day, usually at the same place. It was easy for people to just show up. And it was pretty fab.
Then, well, I don’t know what happened. It just sort of stopped. Maybe it was because the main driving force moved to the other side of the city. Maybe it was because everyone got busy with life. Maybe, maybe a lot of things.
I miss it. I miss that eclectic group of women. I miss hearing about all their lives, lives so very different from my own and yet somehow similar. I miss being one of the gals.
Maybe I’ll talk to a few friends and see if we can get something going again. It won’t be the same (nothing ever is), and that’s okay. We’re not the same. And that’s okay, too.
Still, I’m all for the Ladies Who Lunch. Aren’t they a gas?