Thursday night was a bit of a riot. I don’t know if it was a sugar rush from the cookies and icing or what, but I literally had to steal a whistle (that resembled a tiny red recorder) from Ginger in order to rally the troops. Laughter filled the air at GNO from every corner of the room.
But this table was one of my favorites.
They win the prize for being the rowdiest table of the bunch. They were laughing loud and enacting all sorts of shenanigans. But that’s not why they were one of my favorites. It because only two of these ladies knew each other before they walked in and that’s typically not the case. Most women who attend our girls nights come with at least one friend.
It takes guts to walk into that room full of laughing women all by yourself.
But these ladies did it. Some were …