It's finally here! The anticipation has been killing you but now, nothing stands in your way. You're finally about to indulge in the girls' weekend you've so desperately been waiting for. Look no further, in case you have no idea what to expect, here are the stages of every good girls' weekend.
Packing.
Spending hours and hours and hours trying to pick the best outfits for Instagram photo shoots and attempting to impress all of the strangers and friends of friends that you’re going to meet. I swear, women have it down to a science, until we realize we left that one perfect outfit on our bed at home. We also have a really terrible habit of packing all the things we actually don’t need.
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Getting There.
Use this time wisely. If you’re on a plane, nap. If you’re driving, don’t nap.
The First Encounter.
Wooo! You’re there and you get to see your girlfriends! Time to party, right? No. It’s time to get down to business. How are you? How’s your family? Are you talking to any cute boys? What’s their name? What’s their Instagram? Is he on private? Shoot, he is. What’s his Twitter?
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Time to PAAAAARTYYYYY!
This is open to interpretation. If your idea of a party is a wine night watching "New Girl" or sneaking a bottle of wine into the latest Nicholas Sparks movie, go for it. If you’re thinking about a more intense kind of rage, go for it. You do you, honey.
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The Crash.
You’re so freaking tired from traveling that your “Night of Partying” comes to an end very quickly. Maybe that's just me? OK, I’m cool with that.
The Meat of the Trip.
This lumps the general aspects of the trip all together. You spend the time catching up with your girlfriends, gossiping, laying out by the pool or just relaxing with your besties. This is what the trip is all about. It’s just about enjoying every second of the non-reality that you have immersed yourself in. Enjoy every second.
Saying goodbye.
Your trip has come to an end, and it’s time for reality to set back in. Maybe you’re excited to get back to the norm, but you 100 percent know that you’re going to be missing the girls within two minutes of hopping on the plane or in the car. If you’re an emotional wreck like me, there may be tears. So caution to anyone taking a trip with me, this is a preemptive, “I’m sorry for bawling”.
Posting.
Obviously, the entire world wants to know all about your trip, so you know what to do.
