Once, hanging with the gals meant so much. Drinks. Gossip over manis and pedis. Chit chat with coffee or pilates.
That was in the olden, pre-2005 days. Fast forward some years and quality time is a three-paragraph email instead of a Facebook update, or a phone call instead of a text. When we get together, there’s the struggle of finding meaningful outings. IHOP vs. hiking? Pizza vs salsa? Our favorite diner or hot yoga? Chipotle or zumba?
I won’t say which option normally wins. I have an upcoming outing with a Sista planned. I’ll sort through my carryout menus now.