Why that girlfriends' weekend is a great plan

I go way, way back with four of my girlfriends. Our friendship dates back to high school and we have all hit thirty. They are married. I am not. They have children. I do not. But we are still a match made in heaven. Or at least, that's what we think; no idea what the company at the table behind us in the restaurant thinks, of course. But I can imagine it has something to do with clucking and noise.

After a thousand date pickers, there was suddenly a day-night available in all schedules, and that is a rarity. It had to be a city, but preferably not a chewed-up city where we have all been a hundred times for a weekend getaway. Within an hour's drive, because if possible, we like to do it a bit efficiently. Nijmegen it was. Looked nice, there were shops and you can eat there. Those are pretty much the conditions we need. Even though a hut in the heath also seems like fun to me.

Oh, by the way, how you know that you as a group of girlfriends have passed thirty in practice? When you base the transport on who drives the biggest lease car. And I always joke about the station wagon, but how happy was I with our vehicle. We actually started quite modestly with a carry-on suitcase, but the return trip resembled a migration. But on y va, off we went, rubber on asphalt to Nijmegen. And this is why you should always keep going on girlfriends' weekends.

• You can say anything. But really anything, without a filter or wrapped in nice words. They love you, even when you grumble around you in the morning.
• Because you cry. From laughing AND because you need to vent that crappy period. This usually all happens five minutes in a row.
• You are the funniest and have an endless sense of humor, because it is the same (ha, handy). No trying hard for a good one-liner, even your most dorky ‘huh’ brings tears to the cheeks.
• Rushed because you have to synchronize five weeks in one hour? No need. You have all the time or at least 24 hours to go into endless detail.
• You can just hop around in your underwear, even though the tightness is wearing off a bit (except for that one handsome, well-shaped derrière, of course). Just like in that unflattering shaping top, by the way.
• These good oldies do not judge you. You don't have to prove yourself. The only thing that has to happen is to be your optimal self. And you do that well.
• Shopping works. And that's impressive, because you are with more than one person in a few square meters of clothing. Normally, this causes chaos with multiple women, but you just do it simultaneously. As if you are one movement, and you actually are.
• You know EVERYTHING about each other, making every conversation have a fivefold depth with your-just-have-to-look-at-each-other moments.
• Only carry-on luggage is enough, because that means (in our case) carry-on luggage in quadruple. So you forget nothing.
• The makeup artist and hairstylist are also along. I haven't made any effort towards my head all weekend to spruce it up, but good that everything was in place. Thanks to friend a.k.a. hairstylist and friend a.k.a. makeup artist.
• You agree that you want to do this every month from now on, but know that once a year is already impressive in practice. And that's totally okay.

I have energy for fifty women, have been chuckling for two days now and I would almost feel blessed about it. Almost. That's why all of this will be continued. On the agenda: Copenhagen, Barcelona, and Ibiza. I will investigate those three to the bottom and then you'll hear from me what the best destination for besties is.

Bye!