And a recent Junior League retiree.
Yes, yes - please take a moment to appreciate the extreme wildness of my rebellion, the very pushing-the-boundaries-of-polite-society of it all. Next thing you know I'll be replacing my monogrammed stationery with something not personalized - you know, something *truly* subversive.
(Yes, yes - playgroups are supposed to be all about the children, but as anyone who has survived their own Hurricane Newborn can attest, the parental support thing - as in, "SWEET NEIMAN MARCUS I need to leave the house and speak with other grownups right this very minute!" is, um, also a motivating factor.)
|Required reading for my future book not book quasi-sorority non-drama-filled Lady League of Something Awesome.|
It's well-covered territory, how tricky this making friends business can be post-college - or is for this recovering introvert, at least. I've finally, fortunately found a great Austin bunch - hi, bunch! - but said bunch is changing, or moving, or on different school schedules come fall, etc.
As much as I love my time with my boys, I need a tribe. Bible study? Preschool playgroup? Different drama-free book club (insert oxymoron here)? A non-exclusive sorority with lots of wine and absolutely no cheerful singing? I'm officially on the hunt . . .
What do you do for your organized girl time? (Or, to the two men accidentally reading this, your boy time - also, sorry about all the ladybits chat.) Help a thirty-something out, pretty please . . .