Femmaballs

No idea what that means, I believe I have them, but it's a term we came up with this past weekend when I met some friends in Dallas.  We had a raucously good time.  A couple of women and my new gay bff because like in Kick Ass, a girl needs to have one of those, just cutting loose in the land where everything is bigger. Parties definitely and fun included.

It was like a giant slumber party.  What girl doesn't love a slumber party?  It conjures up the images of a bunch of females all giggling and staying up into the wee hours of the morning.  Secrets are shared, startling truths spoken out loud....

This big girl slumber party was no different.  It was amazing when I think about it.  The similarities all the same, except now the secrets are more than, "I like Brad and we kissed behind the Shoprite last night". And we don't have a mom yelling upstairs, or down, wherever we might have been sleeping, to quiet down and get to sleep.  There was some jumping on the bed, me singing out loud in the morning one morning to wake everyone up, the secrets juicier,  the boy talk wayyyy past who was cute, the drinking legal now and way more copious.

The women I met up with came from this group of friends that I met online when the Twilight craze hit.  We all managed to meet on Twilight Moms, I cannot believe I just admitted that out loud haha!! But we did meet there, in this secret part created called the Basement.  You had to ask to join the Basement and wait for approval.  When I saw this section of what was a rather innocent website I requested to join.  There was one area of the Basement I frequented, The Barge, and this is where I met my buddies.  We had so much fun there, getting rather randy being able to hide in our secret world.  Then, just like that, one day when I went to access the Basement, it didn't exist anymore. Our section got unceremoniously booted off of the site for some reason!  Although my friend I met in Dallas for the first time proudly admits she told them she was leaving because they were fricking Twilight Nazis.  Basically you had to listen to their drivel about these books or be shunned, which was what happened to the rest of us. So there I was, staring at my computer missing these women I had been meeting every night for how long??  I remember telling my husband I felt like someone punched me in the stomach.  I had come to regard these woman as my girls.  People I could let down my hair down around without fear of condemnation.

Then I got an email from one saying they created a site for just us. As one of my friends said, I remember this quite vividly, she felt like "Johnny no mates" after she got kicked off of Twilight Moms.  We had formed this bond, we had fun together.  And then Facebook became all the rage and we formed a closed group on FB where we all still meet every day.  Just checking in, commenting on this or that, posting pictures we like. Sharing problems we are dealing with.  A support group for the demented!!

We are a motley crew.  We live all over the US, plus England and Australia.  All different walks of life and professions, different ages, some married, some not, some with kids, some without.  And every now and again there will be a meetup, where our virtuality becomes reality.  That is what this weekend was all about.

Two of these women I had met already, and meeting another one for the first time.  But it felt like, when I hugged her when I finally saw her face to face, that I had known her for years, and after all, I have.  Toss in a friend she brought, who I loved to death, and another of her friends, my Papi, and our weekend was complete!

I won't bore you with the details, but this was a slumber party on steroids.  One that was borne from a Twilight basement that lasted for days that included, Bloody Marys, Patron, Sake, Grey Goose, Blue Moon, Lotto Moscato, me rapping Big Sean for Donell, gay bar hopping until the wee hours and people partying it up and rocking harder than they had in a very long time. It was an amazing few days to remember, or sort of remember, or maybe we should forget, and one where I really can't share any pictures from. Although there are a few Vines that no one will understand and make me belly laugh every time I see them.

When I mentioned to my friends I was thinking about blogging this I promised them all the names would be changed to protect the innocent.  And one chimed in, what about the guilty?? I had to laugh.  That is sooooo how we think!

We were certainly guilty of total debauchery this weekend.  It will easily take another almost 2 years to recuperate. I think my liver packed it's bags and left for vacation after Saturday night.  But recuperate we will.  Smile at the goofy stuff we did, laugh with each other as we share even more big girl secrets we created from the trip.

All in all, a successful DB meetup, and of course we started planning for our next one before we even finished this one.

Anyone up for NOLA, 2014??