22 women, from ages 5 to 70 (I'm the one in the white t-shirt and jeans on the floor), spa treatments, luscious smells, soft hands and feet, Widman's chocolate and Nichole's Fine Pastries, wine and sparkling cider - can it get any better than this? I think not. Not until Symphony Rocks the Hub.
I admit it - my voice is a little hoarse from all the screaming, and my lips are sore from my thumb and index finger circling to create the piercing, high-pitched whistle I do so well. Seriously. Mike Coates giving me goose bumps on his electric guitar solo on "Stairway to Heaven," "25 or 6 to 4", Chitra and Donna, Erik and Mel, Stevie bumping with me on "Funkytown," my black fishnet stockings and pointy Stuart Weitzman booties. See? THIS is why I do this - it makes me happy, energizes me, makes me remember why I'm here, why WE'RE here - this SHOULD be fun, right? At least part of the time, so I keep planning and attending the fun stuff. If there isn't any fun stuff out 'there,' I create it in 'here.' Is this saving my life? You betcha. Is it fun? You betcha. Am I going to keep doing this kind of stuff? You betcha. Will I stop saying 'you betcha?' YOU BETCHA.
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