Free your mind...part deux

So after my oh-so amazing Yoga practice last week, I was super bummed to miss out yesterday due to my immune system rebelling against my trip to the city (also known as a Champagne Junket). I came home from work, and threw my old Rodney Yee DVD in, shoved the coffee table aside, and peeled back a layer (that's for you Catie).

The RY dvd is a little different than Clay and Ann of course, and I have a hard time concentrating. Damn, I think, I don't remember this being so hard. I burst into a coughing fit every few minutes and have to excuse myself from no one to regain my composure. But I forge on, despite my damn Blackberry vibrating on the kitchen counter.

After last weeks post, I spoke with a bunch of my girlfriends from Georgia and Florida. The Georgia girlies and I are eagerly anticipating Mary Beth's last weekend (woo-hoo) in June. Ergo, I've got my girls on my brain so this practice is all about them.

I think about being in high school, when we dated football players in the fall, and baseball players in the spring. I remember the year when the well was dry at Southland, so we moved on to Tri-County for our boy shopping. The multiple roadtrips to games, practices, and the after practices; then the hurt feelings and broken hearts that punctuated the end of these relationships. I can remember my girlfriends and I thinking our lives were over; how could we ever recover? Would life go on? Single at 17...surely the end of the world.

Jesus, I think, I'm sweating my ass off in here. I realize that my living room windows are like a magnifying glass and a fan would be helpful. I grab the guest room fan and continue.

I think about these girls of mine from Georgia, and how effing lucky I am to have grown up in Americus (take note here people...I rarely admit this). My core of girlies there have been in my life since I was 4...that's a pretty intense relationship, some 25 years. A quarter of a century...jeez.

I credit Allison with the "Tri-county mess", but I will never forget the endless drives to Columbus, Buena Vista and beyond with her. Bianca and I raised more hell than any 10 people normally would in their teens; I'll never forget the Charlie Daniels and Hank Williams Jr show with her, Holly and Kelly. Crystal slept on my couch one summer in Palm Beach, I remember when Holly had 3 dates in a single Saturday and again when we were sitting outside a Circle K in Atlanta when it got robbed. I remember being in Mexico, falling off of a rope ladder into the water while Holly was in a congo line as well, but that's another story and best acted out live. I'll never forget the look on Jessi's face when we put her on stage at her bachelorette party, and I remember when Kiley was in the Miss Southland pagent. Lynsey and I did some serious boy stalking in between semesters one summer in college when things weren't going all that hot in our love lives, and I laugh out loud at going to the Braves game, then later the Phish show with Allison, Jessi and Mary Beth.

It's hard to believe that Crystal, Holly, Jessi, Kiley and Lynsey have babies and children now, and in a years time we will have all hit that unfortunate landmark birthday that is best left unmentioned.

I really miss those girls, I think as my Blackberry finally vibrates off the counter and lands on my tennis shoes, the result of a true wine emergency. Gotta get my ass to Georgia for a visit.