Girlfriend's Getaway to Branson

This past week­end was the week­end for our now annual slum­ber party with Lora and Shelly, two friends I went so school with.

Last year, I wrote about the Slumber Party at Campbell Town, which we held here overnight. I hadn’t seen either of my friends since grad­u­a­tion 27 years before.

Last year was all about get­ting to know one another again and get­ting caught up on a life­time of liv­ing since grad­u­a­tion night in 1982. I’m sure all of us were a lit­tle appre­hen­sive about what to expect after so many years. When we set­tled into our friend­ships as if we had never been apart, we real­ized how much we still enjoyed each other and decided to expand it to two nights and make our reunion an annual event.

This year, it was less about catch­ing up on old times and more about mak­ing new mem­o­ries. But it was also about get­ting away from the stresses of adult life and there's no bet­ter way to do it than with friends I knew before respon­si­bil­ity and stress.

We decided to take our slum­ber party to Branson, Mo., where we could enjoy the hol­i­day lights and fes­tiv­i­ties. The city is a great one for a girl friend’s get­away any­time of the year, but the hol­i­days just makes it quite magical.

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Slumber Party at Campbell Town

Slumber Party at Campbell Town “Are you ner­vous about next week­end?” My friend, Rae, from the present asked me about my impend­ing slum­ber party with two friends from my past.

I shrugged. “No,” I won­dered, should I be?

I have known Shelly (left in the photo) since Kindergarten and Lora since junior high, why would I be nervous?”

Well, 27 years is a long time,” she said. “You don’t really know them anymore.”

I thought about her ques­tion all week.

Was I liv­ing in a time warp, hop­ing that when I met these two peo­ple again in my dri­ve­way that things would be as if we had parted for a shorter period of time than nearly 3 decades?

Yes, 27 years was a long time and in some respects, it does feel like the life­time ago that it was. Still, I couldn’t make myself feel ner­vous. Continue Reading »