Why do women live longer than men? Simple answer – girlfriends. Women nourish other women. We spend time together talking, laughing, sharing and sometimes crying – it raises the endorphins (good happy juice) and reduces cortisol (the bad stress hormone). Throughout history it seems women have banded together in groups of some sort. The kitting circles and quilting bees of the past have become Girl’s Night or Spa Day of the present. Call it a clan, call it a network, call it a tribe, call it a family... I agree wholeheartedly which is why, when the call came out over email a week ago “Time for Martinis with the MAM’s?” everyone in our little group replied with a resounding YES!! I was so ready for a little girl time and apparently I was not alone.
This particular group of crazy wild women have been meeting every few months since the late 90’s when we all worked at a certain high tech company just a few miles south of Portland. It all started innocently enough…interoffice email…Hey, I need an attitude adjustment lunch, can you go? Sure! What time? NOW! Oh, Okay, I’ll drive. Back then, attitude adjustment came in the form of a couple of frosty Margaritas and several bowls of chips and salsa at a local chain restaurant – not a dining star in sight – but it got the job done and we were back in our offices feeling much more relaxed for another afternoon of meetings at the “meeting capital of the world”. For a couple of us that evolved into swilling several glasses of wine before attending drawing class in the evening. She’s a fantastic artist. I needed liquid refreshment in mass quantity to put my inner art critic into a semi-stupor. It was fun. It was still girl time.
Today, it’s kinda more like old girl time, but after we get past the first few minutes of hugs and comparing wrinkles, sags where nothing had sagged before… (I won’t bore you with the rest), we forget that we are two retired, one about to be retired and one who hopes to be able to retire sometime in the not too distant future 60-somethings and we become those same wild and crazy gals who still get looks and laughs from other tables for our sometimes bawdy behavior. But, really having this kind of fun is serious business. It soothes the soul, recharges the batteries, lowers the blood pressure and brings back that girlish glow by the end of the evening. In short, it’s just what the doctor ordered. I’ll drink to that!
And, here’s one I forgot to tell last night … You have reached the breast self-examination hotline. Please press 1 now. Now press the other one.