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You could travel the world but nothing comes close….

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“Wild west, west coast, these are the girls I love the most.”

Drea stopped all the squealing. 

Her voice rang.  “Hey girls?”  We stopped tugging our tops and angling our faces at the mirror.

“Think about it,” she said.  “We’re all happy.”

And one by one we all paused, retraced the steps of the last little while, and smiled a private smile. 

She was right, and bless her forever for making us stop and bookmark this glorious summer.

We ARE all happy.  And we’ve all got a toe in each others’ hot tub.  None of us got where we are without each other.  We all invested and we all paid off, and while it’s rarely that neat and tidy, that’s exactly what happens when women are each other’s friends.

Happy Birthday Lacey.

I hope you know that year after messy, unexpected year, your girls will always be your girls.

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www.ch131.com You’re welcome.

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Coworker – “What’s that you’re watching?”

Valancy Jane – “How to be a Better Receptionist, In 3 Easy Lessons, Part One.”

Coworker – “That looks like a dancing show.”

Valancy Jane – “Are you saying it’s not relevant to what I do here?”

Coworker – “……… Carry on.”

It’s the best party in town.

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Buckman remarked at the coincidence of flying into San Diego just in time for the Gay Pride festival, but I explained that we just threw it together once we knew he was coming, that we organized the whole thing last minute just to welcome him.

If he asks you, that’s the story.

A pack of homosexuals and fauxmosexuals, otherwise known as my friends, drank and danced and picked up body glitter from assorted other revelers.

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MiniSkirt Mondays, and tap dancing.

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*Drea and VJ march into M.H.i.M.’s office*

My Homie in Marketing – “Yes?”

Valancy Jane – “Hawaiian Shirt Fridays are a sexist event.  Girls don’t own hawaiian shirts.”

Drea – “They aren’t flattering.  They do nothing for the boobs.”

Valancy Jane – “We want the score evened with MiniSkirt Mondays.”

My Homie in Marketing – “Ok, email that to the employee events committee.”

Valancy Jane – “Ok.  I’ll also mention my talent show idea.”

My Homie in Marketing – *eyes lighting up*  “Talent show….”

Valancy Jane – “I’m sure it would be just two hours of you and me trading off acts … ”

My Homie in Marketing – “That would be ok with me.”

Valancy Jane – “Me too.”