Girl's Night. Girl's Night is just about the most fun I ever have, ever. Last night was Girl's Night. We go out in packs (strength in numbers I guess), in dresses, painted nails, make-up we helped one another apply, necklaces or earrings, and a fancy peep-toed pump to finish it off. Getting ready for a night out with the gals is nearly just as fun as having it. I have quite a few male friends, but it's not the same. With my male friends, I spend much more time smiling politely at compliments... awkwardly, I might add. I try to gracefully accept the comment. I feel exposed, and put my jacket on. I feel... crowded sometimes. I don't feel that way with the girls. If they comment on my blouse, it's because they actually LIKE my BLOUSE, and not what's under it. We talk about where it was purchased, and how much was paid. We gasp at it's expense high or low.

We help one another pick out everything... clothing, shoes, hair, make-up... men. We rely so much on our girlfriends.... but, we have so few, and sometimes we treat one another like the enemy. That's a damn shame.

So, last night I had girl time. It was exactly what I needed. I hope it helps me to release all the frustration I've been carrying. I'm lugging around a heavy weight. It's difficult to think about letting it go; I almost don't want to. If I do, then I let that person go associated with the weight. But, I guess I have to do so.

It still pains me, but a night out with the gals lessens the blow.