It was mental like proper mental, along with my lovely friends we certainly made it a memorable weekend, left a lasting print on Vancouver (including my local wine shop) and made some new friends!
I won’t go into details, especially how one of us got a war wound and another motor boarded a new friends boobs (fully consented of course). We did have a lot of fun when the must drunken one of us found a phone that had been left in a taxi. Contrary to her strong belief and insistence, it did not belong to any of us. When the owner called we had made some fabulous stories up about them and shared our hilarity with the server we’d had the previous night, who just happened to also be serving us brunch (she was our new BFF). Anyway, the owner was reunited with her phone and that was the end of that!
I had a fabulous weekend and loved it when another awesome friend messaged me the next day saying “You have a wonderful group of empowering women for friends. Thanks for the reminder of the power of girls gangs.” An this is so true, all of my female friends are badass women; so to all of you, keep on slaying and own your awesomeness!
To anyone who needs help remembering their awesomeness I highly recommend reading the book in the pic. It’s an easy read, a bit sweary and full of useful advice. If you don’t want to buy the book then go stand in front of a mirror and tell yourself you are fuckin awesome. Have a wonderful day!
So I didn’t let my shite performance at the last dance class put me off. I went back to RSVP 33 last night full of enthusiasm and praying my inner Beyonce was back from vacation and guess what…….bitch showed up!
I stopped thinking about the moves and just, well moved, it came to me more naturally and I was having so much fun. My inner warrior nodded her seal of approval as I flicked my hair, popped my ass out and pushed my chest forward. I am Beyonce, this is awesome, I am having soooo much fun, oh look a mirror, I should watch myself see how cool I look.
Did I look ridiculous twerking “backing it up like a U-Haul truck” (our instructors clear directions), was I the oldest bird there, covered in tattoos looking out of place flicking her hair like she was on an actual Beyonce music video. Yep, I was all those things but you know what, I was having so much fun and laughing my head off!
To often we don’t do things that we might enjoy, through fear of looking daft or just being proper shite at it. I say, just do it fuck what anybody else thinks, you concentrate on your own happiness and if you want to be Beyonce then go head girl, you be Beyonce.
Don’t ever let anyone tell you that you can’t do something, especially yourself!
In other news, my friends are inbound and my birthday weekend about to start. I will apologize to Vancouver now, for any offence or disruption we may cause this weekend 🙂