Some of my dearest girlfriends from college came out to Salt Lake City this past weekend. We went to San Diego State University which probably explains the basic theme when we get together. (Here’s a hint: we’ve all have done keg stands.)

We’ve known each other for 20 years. Wow, that makes them sound old!

There are a group of 5 of us that get together a few times every year. Now they all live in California…well, all except me. I moved to Utah to ski. They stayed in California so they could spend all their money on mortgage payments.

Only 4 of us could make this trip. The one that didn’t make the trip loves her dad more than us. We have nicer boobs than her dad, but whatever. She’s an attorney so I’m not fucking with her choices. She’ll sue me.

Back to the weekend. It was a fabulous! I love these girls. This weekend filled with:

• drinking
• eating (completely unplanned but we ate at Porcupine Pub for 3 of the 4 meals)
• a hike
• drinking
• shopping
• very little sleep (mostly my doing since I’m known for waking up early and making sure everyone else has that opportunity)
• drinking
• lots of talk time in pajamas (I said pajamas, not nighties, as pictured below)
• middle of the day beer drinking at a dive bar (picture also below)
• lots of fucking love

The beginning of slumber party on the first night!

Hang over hike up Bells Canyon.

Bar shot looks just like us in college…bad lighting, not showered, drinking mid-afternoon.

Before dinner on the second night.

Having these ladies in my life (all 5 of them) for so long makes me appreciate unconditional love and friendship. I don’t know what I’d do without them. We don’t talk often but when we do it’s like we hung out yesterday.

Do you have friends like this?

I love to laugh. Even better is hearing other people laugh. Often it is either at my own expense or by using adult humor.

But sometimes, and by sometimes I mean rarely, can I do it using elementary school humor.

This can only be verified by hearing a kid laugh hard. And I mean hard! You know, the guttural hearty laugh that kids can’t fake.

Elle: [brushing her hair] My hair is so knotty.

Me: Then tell it to behave.

Elle: [guttural hearty laugh that kids can't fake]

I want to hear it more often. So please, for my heart to smile, send silly jokes. Otherwise I’ll have to resort to tickling. And Elle will get sick of it really quick.

It’s no secret. I’m an executive at a company. With that position comes a level of professionalism that I maintain in my work life.

There are times when I must mix my work life with my social life.  I have several friendships at work that extend outside the workplace. One particular example is my friend at work. I set him up with my aesthetician who I’ve known for years and is a dear friend. She handles my obsession with body hair…or lack of. Evidently I should be a matchmaker because they have been together ever since I arranged their first meeting over two years ago.

But that’s not my point. What I’m trying to share is when I mix business with pleasure. Prime example is at my company party.

Again, as an executive I am expected to mingle with all employees. I actually love this part of my job. Who am I kidding? I love all parts of my job. Really, I do.

My company recently held our annual summer party. We all get together with our families and mingle, eat, play, dance, laugh, drink!  I did all but the dance part this year. Obviously I brought Elle, my darling 10 year old. She loves going to these events too.  Mostly because of the rides and kid activities.

This year we arrived fashionably late. Large groups of people congregated not far from the bar area on the patio. Elle and I joined them. As we were standing around talking more people joined the group. Again, this was a large group.

Two seconds later, I realized the danger of mixing business with pleasure.

Elle: HEY MOM *pointing to my long time friend/aesthetician who just walked up with her boyfriend*, THERE’S YOUR WAXER!

Naturally, at that very moment, there was a lull in the multiple conversations within the group. Everyone turned to look at me.

I laughed and realized there are some things you don’t want your employees to know. My personal maintenance routine is one of them.

But hell, hair free is my obsession. And now many people in my company know where I stand. Or, more appropriately, on who’s table I lay back on.