From the moment I stepped off the plane, and was greeted by some friendly faces with a mini-bootle of champagne with a straw sticking out the top of the bottle, I knew we were in for a fun girl’s weekend away. A group of us gathered at BabyMac’s house to celebrate the 40th Birthday of the most wonderful Mrs Woog. I don’t believe we stopped eating, drinking or talking for the entire time. We were all very calm and relaxed.
Except of course on the Saturday night when we all donned our 1970s gear and got our party on. Flicks, afros, teased out fringes and clips – it was like a scene out of the Hair Bear Bunch. I took the 1973 theme quite literally and went wearing a onesie like a baby because I too was born in 1973. It made it easy come bedtime.
And just like that I was home with my loves. My soul feels refreshed. I am very grateful to the online world for bringing us all together. Big thanks to Beverly for outdoing herself in the hosting stakes.
Happy Birthday Mrs Woog – you are loved.