It's like the First Wives Club, without the money, husbands and malice.So really not like it at all. More like Sex and the City but without the limitless bank accounts, boners and booze. Ok, so it's just a bunch of girls getting together and eating...kind of like any other group. No purpose.
Every Tuesday, or as often as we can all be bothered, a core group of my girlfriends meet at each others home for a night of wine, food and gossip.
Some of us can cook and those are they Tuesdays that you skip lunch. I like cooking, but fail for the most part. I try and that's all that matters. I'll keep thinking that...
It's not about homemade ice cream...or a bajillion layer cake...sometimes a subpar stir fry and a bottle of cheap white is all you need. No one tries to out do each other, we just eat, talk, drink. Most of the time one, a few or all of us are just out of the gym...no make up, nothing flash, just us. The simplicity is the best part.
There are only two simple rules, no men and food. It's that easy. It gives us a good enough reason to catch up, without the distraction of partners, men and 'outsiders'.
Now don't get me wrong, this isn't Mean Girls or even better, Heathers. It's just that by some way or another we are all forced to spend time with people, that just aren't that awesome and when I mean awesome, I mean the slightest bit interesting or value packed.
Namely, Ratty and Greasy.I won't write anything too identifying, as this is the internet...where lives are ruined or so they say. Plus sometimes people just stumble upon things and get really grumpy, not my style yo.
Now, Ratty and Greasy...some people find these two to be fascinating. I have tried, time and time again to see the appeal but I just don't get it. They are, much like a lot of my boyfriends, nice...enough. Chatty ... enough, but where is the pizazz? Be silly with me and you will have a friend for life. Bore me and I'll actively avoid you.
I want friends that can literally take the piss on themselves, make a fool even. Yes, I am so interested in that time when you were running 20 miles and totally thought you were going to poo your pants. That's makes you human, lovable, enjoyable. No I am not interested in your best ever life with your tended to garden alongside your dream job. Why bother with the niceties? It's just so beige ... bitch please, everyone has issues- embrace them!
Tuesday Night Dinner Club brings together the brightest, most eclectic group of women I know ... not only are they fabulous, but honest...without a ratlike face and greasy hair. It's gold.
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