Corporations would call it a “Team Building”.
At Aiming Low, we call it “Times when you’d better wear a diaper cause chances are good you might pee a little”.
(I don’t even watch The Office and this is funny…probably because I love Ali Martell…no, I REALLY love Ali Martell)
I mean, come on, there’s not a lot of people you’d want to take a week-long trip with…together 24 hours a day…eating your meals together…sharing all those wonderfully intimate bodily functions.
But I did it with eight ladies of Aiming Low.
We did all those things that you give up when you get too old for “sleep overs”. We ate pizza in bed and laughed so hard we (where WE = Jen) snorted out our nose…we made fun of each other, we stayed up way too late in the night, we called boys and hung up on them. We let ourselves get back to the parts of us that aren’t buried beneath responsibility, dinner plans, and school pickup schedules.
This trip was full of so many firsts. Ground Zero, Time Square, Central Park, Boston’s amazing color show, NYC cabbies, The Russian Tea Room, having my life threatened by a homeless person, and the smells….OHTHESMELLS….and the joy of sharing these moments with these special friends, every second cementing our friendships a little deeper.
Thank you, ladies, for taking what could have been a fun trip and turning it into the experience of a lifetime.