Traveling With Women

I don’t really travel on my own per se. I went to a friend’s wedding when my daughter was one. I was gone for two days and the homestead went down in flames. Since then I’ve traveled with at least one child and/or a husband tethered to my side at all times. That is until a week ago when my book club took its first annual weekend retreat.

Females only. All adult. (Let’s try to ignore the fact that it sounds like I’m talking about a porn genre, okay? Thanks.)

Anyway, just so you know, traveling with grown women is very different from traveling with a husband and children. Shocked? Me too! Who would have imagined? Let me share my insights with you so that you can experience my wonderment.

  • The first thing I noticed was that no one needed me to suggest going to the potty before we left the condo. That didn’t stop me from doing it anyway. Every. Single. Time. The girls got me a shock collar to help me break the habit. Such a thoughtful gift. Also, no one suddenly leaped up, sprinted to the bathroom and then emerged, declaring, “I peed on the tub and a little in the potty” even after three glasses of wine.

Literate and potty trained

  • Everyone voluntarily bathed themselves and I didn’t have to wash anyone’s hair while listening to them whine, “Not in the eyes, not in the eeeeyes!” Nor did I have to comb the house for their special mermaid. I’m also pretty sure that no one yelled “I have to poop!” while in the shower, though it was hard to hear with my mouth full of wine.
  • The bathroom smelled unnaturally good the whole time we were there, leading me to believe that women defecate lavender and sunshine, which evaporates into a rainbow before ever touching the toilet bowl. Or perhaps they just knew the location of the air freshener. Whatever the case, it only served to reinforce my concerns for Hubs’s digestive system, because our commode at home consistently looks and smells like it lost an alien war.

What I imagine is happening behind our closed bathroom door. (image via prism.gatech.edu)

  • No one solved a crime, rescued anyone or helpfully pointed out potential criminals. There wasn’t any road rage or general irritability. One of the girls nearly threw down over some missing guacamole, but that’s totally understandable. Guacamole will do that to you.

Feeling despondent and about to jump? Not our problem.

  • There were extensive discussions about dietary restrictions, health obsessions and food in general. All of our dietary concerns made ordering meals a long process and in fact we were generally disliked by waitresses everywhere. On the upside, I didn’t have to take anyone for a walk during dinner, dig through my purse for something to entertain them or try to cajole them into eating more fiber.

On a quest for vegan, gluten-free, no-refined-sugar foods at the Farmer’s Market. Isn’t everybody?

  • The thing that made the single biggest impression on me, however, was the unearthly quiet at night. I slept in a room containing four other women and I woke up periodically thinking that everyone had left the room. Or died. And then I’d fall back asleep working on their eulogies. Also, the room didn’t smell like farts in the morning and nobody kicked me in the head or woke me up because they had a bad dream. This got me to thinking that there might be a whole subsection of women who are gay simply because they really want a good night’s sleep in a quiet room. Seriously, think about how fantastic a good night’s sleep is. Now look at any female on the street. She looks more attractive, doesn’t she?

Me and three delightfully quiet sleepers.

In conclusion I contend that traveling with women is all kinds of awesome. And since nothing imploded at home, I’m primed and ready for the next book club retreat. Only 51 weeks to go.

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10 thoughts on “Traveling With Women

  1. Jessica Rick says:

    Yeah for a book club retreat! Love the re-cap…it’s like you broke on through to the other side where I reside.

  2. Courtney says:

    You are so on to something–there might TOTALLY be a subsection of women dating women simply for the quality sleep! I, too, could not get over how quiet four sleeping women could be. It was sort of fascinating. And we got a ton of walking in, completely effortlessly, remember? Exercised without even knowing it or planning it, really. We are not waiting 51 weeks to do that again. I refuse. I’m pushing for sometime in the next three months. Six, tops.

    • I can’t tell you how impressed I was by our overall health. I ate so well and walked so much…okay there was the wine, but other than that, so impressive. If a retreat comes up before 51 weeks I’m all for it.

  3. Kathy V. says:

    A book club that goes on retreats? I WANT ONE. Where do I find such a thing?

    • Well first you have to find a group of women who really enjoy drinking wine and, while literate, are slackers about reading the assigned books and really just want to talk about random stuff. If one of them owns a time share it’s also helpful.
      No seriously, I don’t know how I got lucky enough to score this book club. They are some of the coolest women I’ve ever met.

  4. Deb J says:

    Amen sister! My mommy group has been taking a weekend for the last several years and it is HEAVEN!

  5. Colleen says:

    Where were things like this when my kids were little? So unfair!

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