Every month, the girls head out to a different restaurant in Toronto. Over the years, we've visited some great eateries and some wicked dives, eaten some epic meals, drunk some lovely wines, and consumed more calories that I personally would care to think about.
Night is a Dionysian tour de force, full of excesses in conversation,
food, drink and honesty. It can be the ultimate "truth or dare" game,
but without the dare. It is FUN, sometimes wild and debauched, often
raucous, occasionally serious with a soupcon of friction. It is an
opportunity for each of us to be who we are, and to be accepted as the
marvelous and flawed people we are. Over dinner, the advice flows like
the wine, but rarely with the lasting impact of the hangover! There can
be moments of disconnect, drama, misunderstanding and hurt feelings.
These are always eclipsed by the joy, laughter, outrageous fun,
hilarity, and incredible closeness. Girls Night is a celebration of who
we are as individuals and as a community, and it is a keen reminder of
how important friends are, of how important it is to stay connected
against a tide of other commitments, personal trials and tribulations,
distance, and expectation.
There is that inevitable
point when all the shenanigans stop, when our personal quirks and
peccadilloes overcome our party-girl demeanours. It's the dreaded point
in the evening, usually after someone has suggested "just one more glass
of wine" and we have all agreed, when the bill is delivered to the
table. Suddenly, we bon vivants are faced with hard evidence of our
excesses. We are inevitably shocked. The bill is the moment of reckoning
when glasses go on, and the gloves come off. The awesome infographic
below (courtesy of http://theoatmeal.com) pretty much sums it up (note, I am the one with the debit card!):