And so it began…

Last Friday night three friends gathered at a local high school to watch 17-year-old man-children with full beards and creatine sponsorships maul each other in the pool. I’m aware that some people call this water polo but I like to call it like I see it—water wrestling in half bikinis. It was quite the scene with mothers, fathers, and aunties yelling at refs, buff teens getting almost drowned in front of an audience, and three of us huddled around a phone pointing, laughing, and adding items to an Amazon shopping cart. The distraction that could tear our attention away from this scene? Beaded eyeglass holders.

Beaded eyeglass holders make us happy.

It’s often like this with us.

We live miles apart and have busy lives, but when we get together, the result is pure magic.

Whether we get together for a weekend or a single stolen night extracted from busy schedules, we always make the most of the time. Usually, we do this with a theme.

In this case, we’re coming up on some birthday glamping at the Russian River. Normal people worry about who is bringing the hot dogs and solo cups. We’re arguing whether Mrs. Roper ever set foot inside the Regal Beagle (she did) and which fondue fixings need to be added to our shopping list.

As a text thread traded ideas, I thought about how much work we put into these weekends. We do it because we love it and we know that every night we spend together is an opportunity to have the most fun ever. We make stories on the rare nights that we put in the work.

I don’t really think it’s the kind of thing that can pay my Silicon Valley bills, but I got to thinking… What if we made our evil plans public? What if we made the kind of parties we throw easy for others?

I mean, we’re doing the work. Why not share the love and throw in some easy buttons for others?

Whether it’s a Pickleball showdown with walk-in songs and matching socks, or a Caviar Dreams camping trip complete with cocktail dresses and blinis by the campfire, sometimes you just need a spark to ignite the full-blown belly laughs.

And so, the site…. and this blog. Maybe nobody wants our plans and lists in exchange for money. That’s fine. But since the beaded eyeglass holder thingies and wigs have been purchased, we’re about to do meal planning, a schedule is coming together, and I’m test-driving half of my ensemble as I type this blog, I ask.

I realized a moment ago that I was wearing this wig backward. I still owned it, though. 

Why not just package it up?

And then, why not share the pics? It’s definitely going to happen, whether our cameras and dwindling self-respect want it to or not.

Shhhh dear. It’s gonna be great.

—K

(As a side note, Squarespace’s blog template tells me, “Don’t worry about sounding professional. Sound like you." and that “There are over 1.5 billion websites out there, but your story is what’s going to separate this one from the rest.” I’m willing to bet very few of those websites talk about water wrestling men in half bikinis and Mrs. Roper in the same post, so I’m going to consider that a win.)