Friday night I slept in a rustic YMCA room with 50 other ladies who stayed up all night watching chick flicks and giggling. (There were two other rooms where the lights went out early, but they were already full and I figured I could hang with the lively crew.) I lasted until around 1:30 a.m. playing cards and then slept fitfully for a few hours burrowed in my sleeping bag to block the light.
The next morning, my voice was gone and a cold was coming on fast. Darn.
The church retreat was great, though. We bonded. We played fun games. I learned how to relieve muscle pain with a bouncy ball and extend the life of food storage. A North Carolina native shared tips on fun, cheap ways to visit the state's best-kept secrets. A young mother taught how to make bows and tutus for little girls. I painted my nails between classes. And the food was abundant and delicious. I suppose a lost voice is a pretty small price to pay for such a great weekend.
2 comments:
That really does sound like a lot of fun. Maybe it is because we were SO deprived as children when sleep overs were banned. :-(
We never do anything like that! All we do is go to church. boring.
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