The goddesses and The Senate

Aaaaaaaaah.

Last night and this morning were exactly what I needed to recharge my batteries and get ready for today. I went to see the lovely boys from The Senate last night, which always restores any faith that I may have lost in anything that I may have lost it in (should any of them ever randomly find this post, I don’t mean that in a creepy way. They just mean a lot to me, as does their music). Great show gentlemen. And Andrew told me that I’m a goddess, which made me feel quite happy. Girls need to hear that every so often.

Incidentally, and unbeknownst to him, my next stop for the evening was one of the long-awaited and much-loved Goddess Nights, or a ton of girls hanging out, eating chocolate, putting together a “we love you” kit for Jackie, talking about things that women face and deal with on a daily basis. He probably never knew he was so prophetic.

Anyway, the goddesses all had a fantastic night. Kimé, Sarah, Anni and I had a really great discussion about body image—girls our generation and country are not brought up to believe that they are beautiful, unless someone tells them so. We all realized that we’re guilty of it—I for one know that I rarely think myself good-looking unless I hear it from someone else. And even when we hear, there’s some insecurity that makes us block the compliment. “That shirt makes you look great.” “It’s just the light.” How often do you (“you” being a collective term for women everywhere. And men, for that matter) look in the mirror and think, “Damn, that’s hot.” Not often; vanity is frowned upon. So this is my encouragement to all those that I love: Yes, you are beautiful, and it’s OK to look in the mirror and think so. I think we should all do that more often instead of waiting for someone to tell you that you’re beautiful. That said, it’s really nice to hear.

We had a great night. Eventually we dragged out sleeping bags and mattresses (which covered the full square area of the living room) and snuggled in to watch Chocolat. Mmmm, chocolate and Johnny Depp with an Irish accent. That’s a sweet evening.

We woke up today (at 8am, which is such a nice change from sleeping until 11 because there’s no point in getting out of bed until breakfast starts. But that’s a lame excuse.) and made tea and crepes and looked at the water from the porch and hung out. ‘Twas lovely.

I really needed the past 16-hour period. I have a lot of not-so-fun things to do this weekend, and it was great to have a fun, free night before bolting down and getting to work.

Thank you, my lovely goddesses, and thank you, Nick, Oliver, and Andrew. You all made my week.