The weekend looms ahead. Let the noise level begin. Yep. It's just me and the girls. Like 52 girls to be exact. Well, make that thousands when all is said and done by the end of this very girlie weekend.
I'm headed to Boston for the largest women's conference ever, "The Women of Faith" are in town and we're going! It starts tomorrow and runs until Saturday. This has been a year in the planning.
I went last year and it was alot of fun. Noisy. Chatty. Giddy. Yes all that and much more. We even managed at least one little cat fight. Oh the noise on the bus. I can hear it now.....gah! Last year we car pooled to CT with half as many ladies. We took like six vans making sure we had cells in every carload. This year we did the smart thing and rented a bus. Who wants to go toe to toe with those crazy Boston drivers? Not me! Been to Boston.....many times. I know what it's like. No thank you!
We will be staying two nights in an area hotel. We practically booked most of the hotel so we could all stay together. I just hope we don't lose power when all the hairdryers go on at the same time...LOL. Don't laugh. This HAS happened before in Texas with all the gals with big hair. The whole hotel shut down. Blowing hot air sucks up alot of power. I bet this has never happened to a men's conference.
This conference has been around for a while, many years in fact, and it just keeps on getting bigger and bigger. Where else do you get to talk to Sandy Patty, Patsy Clairmont, Beth Moore, Luci Swindoll and the likes all at the same time? We usually get our books or CDs signed by the authors and chat with them as they make themselves very accessible to us over the course of the weekend.
For me to be around all these women for a whole weekend means I have to switch gears. For me it's like girly overload. Growing up with brothers and no sisters and rearing all boys and no daughters I'm much more "boy" oriented. As a tomboy growing up, I naturally gravitated towards the boys preferring their company most of the time. I wasn't much of a "player" with the girls growing up. I wasn't into the "froo froo" mentality to the disappointment of my mother. I preferred a football and a fire engine to a barbie doll anyday.
Oh I always had my girlfiriends, but the boys were much nicer and easier to hang out with. No pretentions. No comparisons. No stupid cat fights and besides...... I hated wearing dresses. I looked gawky in them. Heh! It's funny but I wear lots of dresses now and feel very comfortable in them. I'm even complimented sometimes by strange guys....another story for another day!
I remember one fight with my next door neighbor girl. Her name was Maureen. I remember her and I pulling each other's hair as hard as we could. It was a real knock down take as much hair out as you can fight. And it was in the middle of the street for all the neighbors to watch. How ridiculous was that? I remember going home crying my eyes out. I hated Maureen.
I even went out for cheering in High School preferring Field Hockey tho over cheering. I loved almost any game with a ball. Hitting a ball with a stick was major fun. I was good at it. My position was wing. No wonder. For those that don't know, the wing position does probably the most running on the team covering the most territory. Up and down the field I was constantly running after a little white ball. No wonder I was so thin back then.
So that's what I'll do this weekend if the noise level with all the girlie chatter grows to an astronomical level. I'll run. I'll put on my sneakers and go for a run. Yes. Even in Boston. I may have to dodge alot of traffic, but it'll most likely be quieter than back at the hotel.