I've been putting off posting about my trip to Denver. I want to say it was crazy and fun and we will all get together again soon and do something real classylike now that we are all grown up ladies with mortgages and husbands and babies and dogs and stuff, but I couldn't help feeling that it was probably the last time Lynn, Heather, and I would be together for a very long time, if not forever.

Funny how that works.

We keep promising each other that we will do this big yearly trip, all us waitresses. We will somehow all find the time and money and babysitters and we will go on a giant girly trip for a long weekend and we will be just as we were back in the olden days. We will keep changing locations, and since we are all spread out over then entire globe we can just take turns hosting.

Truth is the few of us who still live within the Philadelphia limits can't even get it together for a happy hour.

Heather and I were the only ones who could make it out to the wedding because life gets in the way of flying cross-country or cross-world to watch a girl you used to work with marry a guy you never met before. We were in the wedding, we kinda had to be there. And it took some work. And some dollars. And some shifting of the babies. But we got there.

It was so good to catch up with each other without anyone else around. Heather and I haven't had any one-on-one time for years. Probably not since the day before she left for San Diego, at Copa Too over pitchers of margaritas. I wish I would have written down what we did and said that day, our lives were so different then. We probably gossiped and complained about dumb crap. This time around we got to talk about real things, like life and our little boys and the weight and heft of post-nursing boobs. Oh! And we took a mid-afternoon nap! That bed never saw such sleeping. We were beat and we missed our boys and we were total downers. And we had that weird elevation hangover. Sleeping was the smartest thing to do.

When I gave the bride a good night kiss after everything was over it felt like a goodbye kiss. Isn't that terrible? I was the Maid of Honor. You'd think we would see each other all the time. I'll be surprised if I see her again within five year's time. Hell, I'll go out on a limb and say ten. She has no reason to come back to Philadelphia anymore, and I'm not likely to go out to Denver anytime soon, unless I make good on that whole RVing across America idea. But with the price of gas... (excuse du jour)

On the upside, when the three of us were together, it felt like we were never apart. We got to be a little silly and drinky.



We talked about people that weren't there. We talked about people that were there. We shared clothes and make up and stories.
We rode around in limos.


And sacrificed our personal safety to grab a six pack.

It was a good trip.