Blue Ridge, 2013

Not a whole lot to say about the trip to Blue Ridge. It’s the third year in a row that I’ve been (thanks, Robin!) and I always laugh a lot, and sometimes there is crying, but the good kind, and well, there’s a lot of vodka. We go through a good bit of firewood, and a scary amount of cheese. I usually wake up to Mary frying bacon and the sound of the coffeemaker. There is no better sound. At times, the music is even okay.

I usually take more photos, but I just felt like unplugging a bit. I didn’t really carry my phone around with me all weekend. I think Lauren took many of these photos. It was nice.

And of course, i got to spend a lovely weekend with some lovely ladies. (What? Of course everyone remained ladylike!) If you know me, you know i have always had way more guy friends over the years, and that is my comfort zone, but somewhere along the way, a baby came out of my vagina, and things have become a little different. And so I am very thankful for the women in my life – the ones who listen, complain, cry, laugh, drink, cook, eat, kvetch, and share their blankets with me. It’s nice to reset sometimes.

Don’t worry, boys. I still cussed like the wildest of sailors during the second half of that game. And my girlfriends? They are such good friends that they turned off wifi for the game.

Until next year. . . .

Lauren ponders life in North Georgia.

Lauren ponders life in North Georgia.

Lauren and Dawn with sunset.

Lauren and Dawn with sunset.

Morning mist over Blue Ridge.

Morning mist over Blue Ridge.

Me happier than a pig in shit, reading a book, drinking a bloody mary, sitting by an outdoor fire with a lovely mountain view. A little after this, the Ga game came on and all peace left my body and soul.

Me happier than a pig in shit, reading a book, drinking a bloody mary, sitting by an outdoor fire with a lovely mountain view. A little after this, the Ga game came on and all peace left my body and soul.

Megan and Lauren.

Megan and Lauren.

I don't know what we're doing, but we were laughing so hard we were crying.

I don’t know what we’re doing, but we were laughing so hard we were crying.

And one more of us, getting ready to leave.

And one more of us, getting ready to leave.

 

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