I have come to realize that the phrase ‘girl’s night out’ is
one of the most annoying things you can say to a guy…ever. Seriously, even in a text message you can feel
things tense up the second those words are used together. When I throw the idea
out there to my boyfriend his eyes squint, just a little bit, as if he is
imagining the high decibel screams and eventual tears that will be shed as part
of the festivities.
The headache is also is because most of the time when screaming
‘girl’s night out’ there is a chorus of two or three other ladies joining in and
you all have had one or two adult beverages (on the night of). I know just in
the planning stages when I say those three little words I picturing those
ladies saying it with me in my head, as I pop a bottle of champagne and look
hella fine.
That is exactly what is going on in my head every five
minutes as we approach the end of this short work week (yes, I know it is still
Thursday). As the clock counts down minutes to freedom, getting ready for
Friday, I have already pre-planned my outfit for Saturday night and about 90%
of the details after my plans changed a slightly. Yes, in my head, I have the
ideal Saturday night ready to go. It involves one of the two new dresses
sitting in the JJ’s back beside me that I picked up on my lunch hour, a bottle
of sparkling rose, some of my favourite people I have ever met working in radio
(yes, they all have vaginas… it’s a girls night) and high heel shoes that I
will most likely end up carrying at some point.
Yes, I am all about the planning. Always have been, always
will be. As much as I love the wild, free, careless disregard of a ‘girl’s
night out’ I still love being in control. I am not a very spontaneous person,
not at all. Even when I was in university, when ‘girl’s night’ would happen at
least twice a week I was all about the plan.
Growing up, I thought it was silly that all my female
relatives would flock to the city together, complain that they never went out
together enough and drink way too much. But, at the ripened age of 24 I have
started to get it. I have a serious boyfriend and single girlfriends so I feel
pretty guilty going out without him, it is pretty hard to find nights when we can
all make plans without leaving anyone out (or sidelining the boyfriend without
annoying him). Now I know half the pain my female relatives faced, the other
half being kids… don’t even get me started there.
I cannot wait to sit in a car for hours with my favourite
people in the Kootenays and get into Vancouver this Saturday night, end rant.
Happy girl.
