We headed over to a friend's house to watch the playoffs on Saturday night, teenager in tow. She brought along a couple of friends, thank god — I find that teenagers are much more self-contained when you travel with them in groups. Just feed them and they are pretty much maintenance-free. You just have to watch their volume level now and then; the bouts of hysterical girly laughter and "OMG's" can start to grate on one's nerves.
There is absolutely nothing like sitting around a patio table with several of your longtime girlfriends discussing how much has changed since you used to be club-hopping hotties. Now, the discussion revolves around kids, husbands, careers, and well, stripper shoes.
Yes, I said stripper shoes. You know exactly what I'm talking about, those too-high heels, possible clear plastic, or embellished with rhinestones that you bought for a friend's wedding, or maybe they are left over from your club-hopping days; regardless, these are the shoes that every husband loves.
