Therapy

I recently had two sessions of therapy that really did wonders for my spirit and soul. The first session was last Thursday, it was a group session where we all let down our inhibitions and really opened up. We expressed our individual selves as well as with help from others. We dove into a wide genre of topics all which ended in a lot of hootin' and clapping and positive reinforcement. It was so warm and embracing and full of love...For me personally I ventered into an uncharted territory that filled me with nerves, embarrassement, aprehension, excitement and the longing for more. It was amazing what one night of karoake with the neighborhood gal pals can do for you....

My second session of theraphy is often known as 'retail therapy', however, I was involved in a more environmentally conscious version known as: 'resale therapy'. Same concept, just incorportating the three R's of enviromental awareness. I spent a couple quick flying hours perusing jeans, (found a pair of Lucky's) sweaters, shoes, kids clothes, etc. with two gals with no kids in tow and only the store's hours against us. It was fun, not like amusement park fun, but relaxing, no brainer enjoyment. The best part of the evening was the company and what followed after a Friday night of resale therapy. As usual, that would be a fabulous meal of Thai food. The Thai food we enjoy near the resale shop is fabulous. They have new owners and cooler presentation now, but still very fresh and tasty food. The evening continued with some beverages of choice a lot of laughs and funny stories. We didn't want to go home.

We closed this place too. A major bummer about living in the suburbs is the time factor. These burbs roll up thier doormats all about 10. What about the lushes who are just getting started? (like us)There are a few options:1. Some chain craphole that I wouldn't eat at unlesss I was given a gift card there that I couldn't trade with for something else. 2. Go back home and sneak onto the deck, but most liklely be caught by husband then ending the unedited girly gab. 3. Dive bar where you will witness the freakshow of your town.

We went for the bar. It isn't actually a dive bar, but it did have a freak show. I have lived here for almost 12 years and not one person looked remotely familiar. Not one person was normal. They were all weird- or at least weirdly dressed. A lot of drunken older folks, with hats, and bad hair. It didn't matter. We bellied up for more libations and listened to a guy sing really bad. It wasn't much better than my rendition of Take It Easy the night before. Then another band came on and we were singing at the top of our lungs and rockin' out. It was niether karoake nor a sing along band, it was just what we chose to do. Some anonymous person must have found us entertaining because they wanted to buy us more beer. We declined 2/3rds of the offer due to time, driving and the fact we were full.

Overall it was a highly successful evening. For a lack of better words, it was a lot of fun. We were outside, it was a beautiful night and it was just the girls.


I need therapy more often.