(Photo credit: Banff Lake Louise Tourism / Paul Zizka Photography)
Is there anything better to look forward to than a girl’s weekend? I think not. Especially when you’ve been duly owed one for quite some time. I can’t wait to catch up with this group of gals, I’ve been friends with since elementary school. Our lives have taken us in different directions: we don’t all listen to the same music anymore, shop at the same store or spend hours on the phone like we used to. Fortunately, we’re always able to pick up right where we left off, and that’s what makes old friends golden. Here’s a look at what I’m most looking forward to this weekend. Hope you have a good one and stay gold, Ponyboy.
We’re having our girl’s weekend in the mountains, so we have to, you know, do something outdoorsy. Does traipsing across Three Sisters looking at show homes count? Depending on how Friday night goes, we might be ambitious enough to tackle something to burn off those calories ingested. Grassi Lakes is an easy one and I like Sulphur Mountain because it goes up, up, up and then boom, you’re done.
(Banff Lake Louise Tourism/Paul Zizka Photography)
There has to be some spa element during the course of a gal’s weekend. It’s like, a rule. Once we took a cue from Teen magazine and made homemade masks, applying honey and mashed up fruit to our faces. We didn’t look ridiculous at all. I’m keen to soak away the stress of our first-world problems at Banff Upper Hot Springs.
When we weren’t teasing our bangs into spectacular shapes, we spent much of the ‘80s watching John Hughes movies together. I bet we curl up on the couch at some point to watch 16 Candles or When Harry Met Sally. Does anyone remember Long Duck Dong? Or Bung Chow?
My mom made this popcorn cake one Christmas when we were in high school and it became an instant hit. My daughter even requested it instead of birthday cake one year. What’s so awesome about it (besides all the candy), is that you don’t cut it. You tear off pieces with your hands. You can even form the pieces into little balls and pelt your friends from across the room when they make disparaging comments about Duran Duran.
A Good Read
Will I have the time (or inclination) to read anything besides trashy celebrity magazines this weekend? I doubt it. Still, on Sunday night I hope to steal a few minutes to tuck into this book. For whatever reason, the last few books I’ve read have been set around theNapoleonic Wars, and I’m desperate to join this century. Here’s hoping I don’t inhale a pound of butter during the course of it.
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