Weekend Wrap-Up
Two of my girlfriends came into town (sans husbands and child) from Detroit and Denver for a quick weekend, and they apparently brought the crappy weather with them. Actually, it wasn’t too bad, and we managed to do a lot of shopping and perhaps even more eating. They both used to live in LA, so it was up to them what they wanted to do. So, in two days, we:
- Went shoe shopping.
- Hit a children’s boutique on Sunset near Gardner.
- Had dinner and make-your-own-smores at Luna Park.
- Shopped and walked around The Grove and Farmers Market.
- Had salads at California Chicken Cafe for lunch.
- Ventured out to Burbank for Yummy Cupcakes.
- Watched the Tigers make it to the World Series!
- Walked around Westwood Village and enjoyed pizza and Diddy Riese.
- Talked, talked, and talked some more.
It was a nice weekend, and I’m glad I got to catch up with both of them.
However…
It was also an emotional weekend for me. They both called their husbands constantly, talked about babies, maternity clothes, and mortgages, and I just felt so…not a part of it. It was like there was a huge, invisible wall separating us. When I was telling them of my dating woes, I didn’t get the kind of empathetic response I’m used to; instead, it almost condescending and stung a little. Or maybe I’m just too sensitive. Or maybe this is what it’s like when most of your friends are married and you’re still single.