I have been in the same book club for thirteen years. We’ve even got a name: The Feathered Ladies. It used to be The Feathered Ladies of The Tuesday Eve, but then someone’s husband started playing basketball on Tuesdays and couldn’t watch the kids anymore (a-hem, Special K), so we had to change our meeting date and shorten our name. We’ve also got a Feathered Lady “call.” It’s the sound people yelled out in the seventies when they were at a disco, going down the line: oowa! oowa!
There are five of us. We’ve been through a lot of major life stuff together: births, deaths, weddings, moves, breakups, makeups, and more. An enormous amount of crazy stuff, plus tons of unprintable-without-embarrassment stuff, occurs at each of our meetings. Most of it would sound completely stupid if I wrote about it here. (Let’s just put it this way: I have peed in my pants at book club because I was laughing so hard).
Technically, we spend most of our time off-topic. That is, we read a new book each month, but we don’t focus on it too much. Instead we get straight to the more important topics of our personal lives. The trouble is that there is never enough time to fully discuss these vital details. Someone’s husband always comes home early, or someone else has to leave just when things are getting good.
What we really need is a weekend away. Somewhere fabulous.
BPAM (Before Points And Miles), this always seemed tantalizingly out of reach, but now that we’re all on the Points and Miles tip, we’re ready to roll. Our problem is that we can’t agree on a place. Should we party in Vegas or relax on Kauai? Should we try to tie in a book that we all loved, or should we just go to New York because we love it there?
We cannot decide. So I’m asking for ideas…what do you think? Where would you go for a long weekend with four of your closest friends?