Day #160: Robert Hazard – “Girls Just Wanna Have Fun”
I am sitting at a near-empty gate at Logan for a late flight home to Baltimore. Quite a different scene than when I left on Friday night, with the exception of delayed flights lighting up the departures timetables.
It’s been a good weekend, one that felt much longer than two days. Most of the bachelorette party guests left this morning, not-yet bound for home. Dave — the too-good-to-be-true doctor who owns the immaculate apartment just off Copley Square that Litwack’s cousin rented for Saturday night through Airbnb — let us, the remaining three guests stick around till the mid-afternoon. We spent most of the time lounging on the rooftop patio with mimosas and fruits and magazines, basking in the sunshine and infectious cool breeze that had blown through the city. It’s been a long time since I’ve been on an all-girls weekend getaway. Probably not since my own bachelorette party last year.
There were seven of us in town to celebrate Litwack’s blessed last days of singlehood. A cousin. A friend from childhood. Two friends from college. A former coworker. And me, the friend from grad school. This was the first time I was meeting most of the Girls From New England, and they were a fun group, though one more elegant and more “girlie” than I am used to in my social circles. Dinner plans at the chic North End restaurant called for dresses and heels and some time spent in front of the mirror applying makeup. Even the cabaret show in the basement of Jaques came with gin and tonics. I wore jeans and drank beers from the bottle and was a little self-conscious for it. Not that anyone else seemed to care. By night’s end, we all stood together on Boylston Street, cheering on our bride-to-be friend who was dancing with one of the young Turkish guys that happily played along in our innocent bachelorette party revelry.
Girls, it was fun. See you in September.