What started as a soul-searching weekend in San Diego attending a conference, soon became a girls weekend in Vegas. I asked Shelby if she had found out more information on what we were to learn at our conference and she said that we needed to stay in separate hotels to do some reflection..."We can handle not talking, right?"
Well...I knew I could, but gosh, if I wanted to take a trip, I wanted to gab, have a few drinks, and really enjoy myself. "So, Shelby, what if we went somewhere else? I've already budgeted the money for January."
"January?! The conference is in February. But, my birthday is in January."
"How does Vegas sound for your birthday? A new start...a focus on you and seeing who you are: beautiful, fun-loving, and certainly loved."
Friends from California, Washington, New Jersey, and even from her home-state Colorado, 9 girls ventured to Vegas to celebrate in style. And, we certainly did: instant friends, gabbing about clothes, kids, and lives, we donned our going-out clothes and hit the town. Tao and Thunder Down Under was a Friday not to forget.
Saturday came and we found the Forum shops, blended drinks under heat lamps outside Caesars Palace, but the most memorable moment came when Shelby received a call from Liz, Courtney, & Missy saying they had found the traveling sisterhood pants. Each different heights: 5'9, 5'6, 5'4, & 5'2---they all could wear the EXACT same pair of pants. And...what came with the pants were magic....Shelby, happy birthday our sweet friend and thank you for sharing it with us!
We decided to log the events, whether crazy wonderful or seemingly uneventful, the girls would log their entries so we could hear of the denim destiny. Shelby, start us out and tell the beginning of your journey...with the pants!
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Ah...the pants! Even if I sit around my house for the next month staring at the wall and wondering if "this is all there is???", the pants have already provided me with more inspiration and hope for a new life than I could ever imagine!
Day 1: After putting on the pants in a restroom at an outdoor bar (after a very large frozen cocktail, mind you) the magic started. Even by the time I returned to my bar stool, my friends informed me that we had been approached with free passes to one of the best clubs in town. Hum...strange...maybe there really is something to this magic of the pants. Then another attractive man approaches us...more passes to another nightclub. Ok...I am starting to be a believer. The rest of the afternoon involved more looks from cute men and even an intense eye lock with a hot Australian in a pink cowgirl hat and boa. All because of the pants???
My mood continue to rise, as we primped for the night. (I forgot how much fun primping and anticipating a night out can be with a bunch of girls.) Meliss introduced me to my first Beyonce song...Irreplaceable, which has quickly become my anthem for strength. "To the left. To the left." If Beyonce can survive, so can I!
Then...hilarious cab ride, with Anika doing what she does best! Up the elevator, down the hall, and there is McDreamy! I know Meliss said Joey's older brother was cute, but that had to be the understatement of the year. Thanks to Michele for doing what she does best (being a mother) and making sure I get to sit by the handsome man. I guess you all know the rest. The pants couldn't have introduced me to a better, nicer, sweeter guy (who is also artsy, a great dancer, and just downright wonderful!).
So what have the pants taught me so far this month...
I think they sent me about a million signs that night (maybe with my mother's help??). The most obvious one (if I hadn't noticed all of the more subtle attempts) was the man standing by himself after I had an amazing good night kiss. It was as if he was waiting for me. He asks "did you fall in love tonight?" And without missing a beat, I said "maybe a little". Maybe I decided that night to love myself a little more???
Also, signs that life goes one. Signs that I deserve to find love again (whether it be with McDreamy or some other great guy remains to be seen). But more importantly, the pants showed me who I really am. Despite what has happened to me, I still am the eternal optomist I have always been. I have never been a victim and I never will be. I still believe in love in the world. Love between a man and a woman, but also, all I have learned this year about the love between true friends. It may sound cheesy, but like the Grinch, I think my heart has grown three sizes this year because of all of you. And that won't change. Thanks. Thanks. Thanks.
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