This past weekend found me in the North Carolina mountains with four people I am lucky to count as friends, and we had a blast. We had heart to hearts, laughed ourselves silly, drank whiskey sours like real grown-ups, ate fancy cheeses, relaxed over lunches, made fabulous chicken Marbella, and turned a blind eye to calories associated with donut muffins and homemade granola. Did I mention there were no alarm clocks? No schedules? The beautiful weather? The tempting proximity of both discount and boutique shopping?
A big shout-out of thanks to my girlfriends and family: My girlfriends for providing yet another weekend of tear-inducing hilarity and shopping enablement, and my family for putting up with my being gone for three days. I am truly grateful.