My girlfriends and I spent last weekend in California drinking wine and eating too much food. Friends + wine = much hilarity. I feel bad for guys sometimes, because they don't get drunk on white pinot grigio and then compare bra sizes, like we do. They don't know what they're missing.
The subject of our mothers came up, as it always does when you get six girls together who love to bitch and moan. The relationship between mothers and daughters is part psycho, part love, part hate. That's just how it is- mothers know how to annoy and torture their daughters, and in return those daughters know how to rebel and horrify their mothers. It's really quite poetic.
One of my friends mentioned that she would love to write just a really simple, honest letter to her mom instead of the usual 'I'm fine' phone call. My friend then said, "Dear Mom.....last Tuesday, I ate two Lean Cuisine's, drank four beers, and then masturbated during an entire Law & Order episode."
We laughed for about two minutes and then took turns sharing our own Dear Mom letters.
"Dear Mom.....remember that time I slept over at Kimberly's house in 11Th grade? I was actually losing my virginity in the back of a Ford Taurus."
"Dear Mom.....I have been drunk every Christmas morning since 1994."
"Dear Mom....when I go out to the bars, I typically seek out men that will be a detriment to both my physical and mental health."
"Dear Mom....mock neck turtlenecks will never be 'elegant', as you so fondly describe them."
Now, we wouldn't ever waste our time and actually write these letters to our moms, as they would just roll their eyes and toss the letter in the trash, mumbling about their daughters 'acting out' again.
Plus, I'm busy eating a Lean Cuisine and watching Law & Order.
Quarter Life Whatever
3 years ago