First let me explain, we aren't really witches. We are at times witchy and bitchy, but we don't cast spells or dance naked around fires in the moonlight. Of course there are a few that tried to convince me there would be naked dancing and a sacrificial goat when I was invited for the first time. I think there might have been some ulterior motives at play, but I kept my clothes on and never saw a goat! Nice try Hatfield!
The main group of gals' fall weekend getaway was lovingly dubbed Witches Weekend by Dianne's sweet hubby Dennis. The gals got together to go the Bridge Festival and he got the hell out of dodge.
Last year we went to Gatlinburg, TN. There were 7 of us. This year there will be 10. Within that 10 there are those that have personal space issues, one who swears she will not leave the pool the entire weekend, a newly single chickie, one who loves to have some wine and sing songs about corn, whiskey and being frisky. One who exhibits the powers of a witch but only uses them for good, some artsy fartsies, a health inspector, a cop, (Oh shit!) and one who is so proud of her ass she will drop her pants with little or no encouragement.
There has been a corn-hole tournament planned, meal planning is underway, and Saugatuck's webpage is being surfed to find art galleries and extracurricular activities. We'll leave husband's, jobs, kids, and troubles behind and embrace the fun and diverse personalities that we'll be surrounded with.
Come on Labor Day Weekend, I am ready to go! 17 More Days :-)
Peace & Love,