"make it last forever, friendship never ends..."

saturday morning, i'm checking into a hotel for the weekend. two blissful days.

without my husband.

definitely without my children.

but here's the catch. i won't be alone.

if you're sitting in front of your computer right now and are reading this, you obviously know that you're not going to be there with me (though for some of you, i imagine a journey to my area is really nothing more taxing than a short flight or a leisurely drive, so if you want to hunt me down, start your engines).

so who will be with me?

three of my best girlfriends. confidantes since our college days.

so naturally, every idea you have about four women untethered from their wifely duties and motherly responsibilities, entrenched in a hotel room together, is bound to come true.

pillow fights.
giggling.
playfully wrestling each other across the beds.
sucking rich chocolates and dripping fruit juices off each other's fingers.
oiling each other up with exotic potions and creams.
sipping goblets brimming with champagne in the jacuzzi.
snapping compromising photos.
forming a line in the shower as we wash each other's hair and soap up each other's backs.
swapping bras and panties because someone else's is just too damn cute.
or wearing nothing at all.

this will all, of course, be done in slow motion as the heady perfume of our musky dew ripens in the air. there's a distinct possibility that we could be a living, breathing whitesnake video before our 30 hours together us up.

or at least the spice girls. fyi...i sell it like ginger spice with the kick ass rack, but i rock the pigtails of one demure baby spice. blend those two together and go about your sordid little fantasy.

ok. whatever. the weekend probably won't be entirely like that. personally, i don't plan to offer my panties up for trade (they're already committed to some tossing, anyway), but i'm not going to look down upon my friends if they so choose to do so. it's probably a good bet we're not going to prance naked around each other, either. so much for those photos, eh?

there will probably be sex talk. we're girls (we're always referred to as "girls" when we're sans the husbands and kids we normally bring to the party), so we have to give it up a little bit. it won't be about the sex we have with our husbands, though, because, well, honestly, i know their spouses as said "husbands and dads" and that's just nasty. so it will be more along the vein of "remember that one guy..."

and there will definitely be giggling. again, purely because we're girls.

ok. one last thing. if you're still hung up on that whole kickass rack/killer pigtail fantasy, i'll toss you a bone. if it helps your little fantasy at all, you can imagine me whispering "i really, really really wanna zigazig ah."

i'll be here when and if you snap out of it.

and i hope you do. because i want to know what you think "zigazig ah" is...