- This year, Sherry and her sisters had matching t-shirts made for us with our names on them and a “Charlie’s Angel like” image of 4 women shopping with bags and purses. (I have always likened myself to Kate Jackson) It was so much fun and we got so many compliments on the t-shirts! We did not wear them to dinner at our favorite Italian restaurant for fear that we would spill the Tuscan Mussels sauce on them and ruin them! I may have it hermetically sealed until next year! Can you see four men wearing matching hunting t-shirts with their names and images of a deer hanging from a tree upside down? Would they use their real names or some type or call-sign?
- Food: need I say more. You take four Italian women and what do you get? Great food snacks with some junk food mixed in. We have cheese, pepperoni and crackers, fruit, water and a Milano cookie for good measure. We never really discuss who brings what except Cyn is a shoe-in for the Brach’s Candy Corn! We shop in the housewares stores and discuss recipes and cooking tools. We all bought a deep dish pan for $9.95…name brand! Deals like that are better than……oh well, you get the drift. (Chocolate, get your mind clear will ya!) Men, I’d like to hear from you…..what do you bring? Suffice it to say, I have heard the following: corn nuts, beef jerky, Oreos, and Bud. Correct me on the record so I can rest easier tonight. Although, as an Italian mother, I would pack food for my son.
- Finally, we purchase the same things. We were in the Vera Bradley outlet for no lie, 90 minutes. One would find something and the other would say, “I love that, would you mind if I got that too?” We all left with the same weekender bag (ladies: what a steal at $50.00); new wallets and totes. I even got a new yoga mat. Did it matter that we were shopping in the shadows of two huge nuclear reactors? No. Did it matter that the rain was so bad that the National Weather Service was calling for flash floods? Not even close. “It’s the climb” my friends said! Guys, do your gun bags match? Do you shop at Orvis together for matching fly fishing gear and lures?
I am not sure if men have this type of thing with other men; guys that maybe they golf with, or fish with. If you do not, gentlemen, you should. Italian or not, go find someone and hug them, I mean really hug them literally or in deeds and actions. You will be a better person for it. I know I am.