What do you do when your best friends are spread out over four states and 1200 miles? You plan a weekend at the beach of course. So what do you do when that girls weekend that you have been planning and looking forward to for months has a weather forecast that looks like this?
Cry. Make a Plan
B E. Pray that the weathermen are idiots and the forecast is wrong. Stock the fridge and the guest room. Make slutty brownies. Start hashtagging #karensabitch.
|In reply to all the straw comments, I ordered them from Krazy Straws!! I think they are so cute and they were quite a hit at the bars 😉|
Thank goodness the tears were for nothing and it turned out the weathermen actually were wrong! We had gorgeous weather, 85 and sunny, all weekend!! The storm broke up before it ever hit land and ended up hitting much further west than predicted. Although I’m sure we would have made the most of whatever weather, I felt so lucky that I was able to show them all of my favorite beach spots. (We changed our hashtag halfway through the weekend to #KarensAPansy)
Thursday I picked the girls up from the airport and we stayed up way past our bedtime talking and catching up over a few glasses of wine 😉 Although we had to fill each other in on some new details, I love that we can always pick up where we left off and it feels like we were just together. When we woke up on Friday morning, the weather looked nice so we figured we better head out to the beach and soak up as much sun as we could before the rain started.
After the beach, we all got ready to go out. It felt like we were back in the sorority house, all crammed together in front of the mirror, curling hair, sharing make up, and predicting what the night had in store for us. While I love my husband, there is just something special about getting ready with your best friends.
We went to McGuire’s for dinner and then out to the dueling piano bar in Seville’s. Somehow we landed a table right behind the piano and had a blast closing the place down.
Saturday, we woke up to another sunny day so we headed to Pensacola Beach to hopefully watch our Hokies play. Although, they couldn’t put the game on at the bar, we kept track of the game on our phones and loved celebrating a Virginia Tech win together. We had lunch at Flounders and drank frozen drinks on the beach until the sun set.
Not ready to go home and definitely not ready for the weekend to end, we headed straight to Florabama.
Sunday came entirely too fast and I was not ready for everyone to go home. No matter how many times I do it, it never gets easier to say goodbye to these girls.