I'm Lindsay Ferrier, a Nashville writer with a passion for family travel, exploring Tennessee, and raising kids without losing my mind in the process. This is where I share my discoveries, along with occasional deep thoughts, pop culture tangents and a sprinkling of snark. Want to get in touch? Use the CONTACT form at the top of the page.
August 1, 2011
On Thursday, I left Atlanta with five of my high school friends for a girl trip to Sea Island, Georgia.
I was prepared for it to be nice, but y’all.
Nice doesn’t even begin to describe it.
We stayed at the home of one of our friends’ parents, which was built on the Intracoastal Waterway, and was so amazing that I felt like a total rock star while we were there. With beautiful, comfortable rooms that overlooked the water, a private pool and dock outside, and a well-outfitted kitchen, we spent most of our time at the house. There just wasn’t much reason to leave.
We did manage to get out, though, for a little shopping, a day at the Beach Club, and dinner out on our last night. I didn’t take too many pictures (although I did take plenty of video and that will be coming soon!), but I’m now scheming on how to get my family down the The Cloister for a week. It is the most amazing family-friendly resort I think I’ve ever seen, and includes an old fashioned ice cream parlor and candy store, a private theater featuring family movies, activities for the kids, and bingo nights. Must. Go. Back.
But enough about kids. (Can you tell I was missing mine?)
This was a GIRL TRIP. And there were lots of Girl Trippy things to do. We cooked each other dinner. We had maybe one or two (dozen) alcoholic beverages.
We danced. We sang. We played Catchphrase. We talked and talked and talked and talked and talked. And oops! We did this, too.
Don’t worry, this was just a little prank we played on our hostess. A rubber cockroach planted in a bowl of Cheetohs also provided much shrieking and hilarity.
Sure we’re all in our thirties now, but some things never change.
And that’s what I really got out of this trip.
This year more than ever, I realized how lucky I am to have friends who’ve stuck with me over the years. Friends who can pick right up where we left off. Friends who are easy to spend time with, who never create drama, never argue, and never, ever judge.
Friends who’ve known me since I was wearing Laura Ashley dresses to school every day… and still like me anyway.
These friends know me as… me.
Today, I’ll go back to Nashville and frantically prepare to leave again for BlogHer in San Diego on Thursday. It has been a crazy few weeks, with much more craziness on the horizon. (CheeseburgHer, anyone?) But it has been so worth it to have a chance to sneak away for a few stolen days at the beach with some of my favorite girls in the world.
So tell me, readers. Do you still keep in touch with your high school/college friends? Why or why not?