To think, seven months ago, I almost didn't move here because I was very sure I'd never find any friends in the woods. You see, I have really, really fabulous friends in Austin. The kind of circle that took some time to build, but when it finally did, it just clicked and felt like the kind of friendships that would someday be the same as family to my kids. (And these friends still do feel like family, just family that requires a plane trip to see.) So anyway, it broke my heart a little to leave that. I knew I had my best girlfriends from college waiting up here, and the times I knew we'd get to spend together was a big check in the 'pro' column for moving, but the closest of those is 3.5 hours away by car and that's not going to cut it on some random Wednesday when my kid diarrheas through the last of the diaper stash and I need a friend who will bring me over emergency diapers so I don't have to wrap a toddler's lower half in maxi pads and Walmart bags, you know? I needed girlfriends. Coffee dates, workout buddies, get together on a random Saturday night and make me laugh until I pee my pants kind of girls. And I was kind of afraid I wouldn't find any here in semi-rural northern Wisconsin. (For the record, I've got some seriously fantastic family ((hi JackA. and Andrea who isn't reading!)) up here, but neither are stay at home moms and see above diarrhea/maxi pad/Walmart bag issue, you know?) In conclusion, I thought I wouldn't make any friends. And that was all sad face and such.
Silly me. There are some really fun ladies hiding in the woods! For example, the book club ladies I hosted Saturday night? FUN. Turned into, like, a frat party. Minus any actual frat boys, unless you count J, but he was in bed and not wearing a white baseball cap and tapping a keg like an real live frat boy would have been. There was Bravo TV talk and laughing and Adult Chocolate Milk. (If you haven't tried it, trust me, you want to.) And after the Adult Chocolate Milk there were Zumba moves and life stories and me taking 23 pictures with my cat. It was the kind of fun night you're still laughing about four days later when the hangover fully wears off (because when you're 29.99 years old, that's how long it takes, I guess). It's all well and great to wear my responsible mommy pants 99.99% of the time, but it sure was fun to try my party pants on for size again, just for the night. Thanks, girls, for the memories. And by the memories I mean the pictures because hello, 40% alcohol memory eraser, yall!
And this isn't even ALL of the girlfriends ... just the ones who made it to Bookless Book Club, March Edition 1.0. A big thank you shout-out to Libby, who isn't in these pictures because she was at home with a barfing baby (boo!), but who did make the first move and Facebook-Friend me and invite me to every mommy gathering in town until the rest of the ladies just went "okay, FINE, we'll be her friends then!"