Thirty-one years ago five college friends learned we were all Virgos. An “always up for a party” Aries friend threw us a shindig in her tiny college apartment.
Fast forward to this past weekend and we got together again…in the home of the Aries. This time one Virgo drove in from Memphis, another flew in from Denver. Two of us Nashvillians were there. The fifth Virgo couldn’t make it in from Los Angeles, but we Skyped with him. We also made a life-sized cardboard cutout of his likeness so that he could be in all of the Virgo group shots. A non-Virgo drove up from Mobile with five pounds of fresh, gulf shrimp. We spent Friday afternoon and evening chillaxing, rehashing old stories and laughing to the point of hyperventilation. Friends we’ve known for 30-plus years joined us on Saturday evening for the official Virgo Party: 2011 Edition.
I needed this weekend.
For the past few months I’ve been so caught up with marathon training along with the demands of a full-time job, home and volunteer commitments that I’d become way too serious about…well, about everything. This weekend was all about reconnecting, re-bonding, and rejuvenating.
Sometimes there’s nothing quite so therapeutic as being with people who knew you back in the day. This weekend fed my soul. I’m stuffed and I love it.