Last week, my book club had our first “official” meeting. We met at Megan’s to talk about Ann Patchett’s State of Wonder over homemade pizza, wine and Dancing Deer Fruit & Nut Squares.
Our words tumbled over each other like a river over rapids. For five hours, we jumped from one topic to the next. A discussion of the book turned into what we should read next turned into relationship talk turned into family tales. Suddenly, we were through three bottles of wine and were stifling yawns.
“How did we all find each other?” someone wondered as we racked our brains to remember the last time any of us had had a girls’ night. We set a date for our next book club meeting, with promises to meet for crafting dates and dinners in between.
Here’s to girls’ nights!