
A girls’ weekend away is a big deal.
It’s time away from work, partners and children. Don’t get me wrong: I love them, but Christ do I need some one-on-one girlfriend time to retain my sanity every now and again.
This is how it goes.
For starters, we need to find a weekend we can all agree on. Which is, like being served first at a bar, almost impossible.
There are only two, maybe three weekends of the year that work. When a date is suggested, at least one friend isn’t able to go because “Gary has tennis every Saturday right up until the end of March”. On the next available date, “Morrie is off on another golf trip that weekend”. (I sit silently screaming and thinking maybe Morrie and Gary should just stop being such selfish shits and let you have one, JUST ONE weekend away so that you can regain some sanity. But I digress…)
