Players: 10-12 girlfriends, depending on who can make it that summer.
Time: One weekend
Every year for the past seven years (I think it's seven, but as I get older my memory simply fades, so let's go with seven) we've picked one weekend during the summer to spend in York Harbor, Maine. The journey starts on a Friday after work (for some, mid-day) and ends on Sunday. Each year something more interesting happens; each year a new story to tell and new memories made.
It's collectively our favorite weekend of the summer. Some of the girls haven't seen each other for an entire year and others spend every other weekend together, but it's still a weekend to re-bond, re-group and rejuvenate among friends.
Over the years we've danced on bar tables, picked up bikers, fought off bats, chainsmoked, overdrank, canoed, kayaked, fell asleep on the beach, blown the fuse boxes, boiled lobsters, made early-morning coffee runs and ate leftover pizza from the night before. We've planned pedicures, pregnancies, outlet shopping and weddings. Families grow and priorities shift, but for one weekend every year it's just the girls.
It's the one weekend I leave the laptop at home, pack only sweats and running shoes, grab a good book and leave the worries of the city behind. This year... who knows what story we'll remember most, but it's certain to be another weekend in Maine that we'll never forget.
1 comment:
Sounds like a great time. There's something about the ocean that refreshes and renews the mind.
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