What happens when you mix four girlfriends, a couple bottles of wine (okay maybe more), and a game of StoryClub. I’ll tell you. The laughter begins slowly and then builds to a night of nothing other than just really hard, ab crunching, smile aching, sheer hysterical laughter. OMG. And, who knew? Yours truly hadn’t brought out Muttley in a very long time. Yes, I confess, when I laugh THAT hard, I kinda sound like him. Okay, not kinda. I do. And the jokes? Those ‘you had to be there’ kinda jokes? I’m sure they weren’t near as funny as the laughter. What a great night. Thanks Debbie, Lori, and Courtney. Y’all bring out the best in me! My sides still ache, but the smile hasn’t left my face. xo
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While in the arms of another man, all she could think of was tall, dark, and handsome Jack. Though she knew it was ill-fated, there seemed a glimmer of hope in Lillian’s heart that she would be the only woman who could complete Jack in a way that his first four wives could not. But then there was you can count on me Robert. Why couldn’t she simply be okay with him? As she gazed into Robert’s eyes she realized that he just didn’t set her on fire like Jack did. As her heart surgeon, her admiration for Jack turned into a candid, brazen flirtation during her post-op appts. What to do? Stay with the lovely no-baggage Robert….or give in to her desires to see if she could be the key to Jack’s heart?
StoryClub at Ellen’s house. OMG is all I can say. Without spewing any dirty details, because what’s written at StoryClub, stays at StoryClub, this gaggle of gals wrote one doozy of a tale. It started out very innocently about a Hollywood agent who was madly in love with a particular A-list client. Sounds SOP for Hollywood, right? Well, this story also included a deceptive BFF with her own ideas of becoming a movie star. Oh, and did I mention that the BFF was the A-list client’s wife? Yeah, and she was she ever p.o.’d!
What a great night of girlfriend giggles and material juicy enough for a Showtime Original Movie!
We women are multitaskers. Multitaskers with a purpose. we have our way of doing things and the countless things expected of us. So how do we bring back or even find time for the wonder, the creativity, the power and magic of women creating together? Simple. Play games. Any game will do just fine, but one in particular (that yours truly created) had 15 grown women acting like silly school girls last weekend. The game, StoryClub, required them to write a story with partners. And the story started like this: Justine knew it was going to be an unusual day when she woke up and Philip was gone. Left on her pillow was a note that made her gasp. Added to that starter was the knowledge that darling Philip, a bank president, was known around town for his extra-curricular activities. And on top of this knowledge, a friend’s wedding and Gucci loafers needed to make an appearance in the stories they were creating. Hmmmm. In between girlish giggles and wondering thoughts I heard a lot of ‘what if he did this’ and ‘omg, can we say that’? The room was filled with women connecting and creating. I saw in each, the innate power of women doing what we were all born to do — create. An afternoon of tired and overworked women were lighting up the girls in themselves. Funny what playing games can do. And, of the stories that were written? Well, this gaggle of gals claim, what’s written at StoryClub stays at StoryClub. ROFL!
Robert was madly in love with her. He had planned an elaborate proposal to take place that very evening. Lillian was so beautiful he could hardly believe his good fortune to be with her. He’d purchased a flawless emerald from Cartier that nearly matched her dazzling eyes. They’d just finished a bottle of ’02 Cristal that was gloriously smooth, crisp and bubbly. Both of them were little light-headed with romance. And as Robert gazed dreamily into her eyes he said, “Lillian my love, there is something I want to ask you.” Her eyes closed as her smile inhaled slowly and deeply as if the moment she had long-awaited was finally here. Yet following a passionate kiss, she tilted her head and whispered into his ear, “Oh Julian…I have always loved you…….”
It seemed like a dream come true. Jay never thought he’d find true love. He didn’t have the time! Wall Street was not just a job, it consumed his life 24/7. His days began at 6am and never seemed to end between chaos on the trading room floor, entertaining clients in the evening, and then watching the European and Asian markets until the wee hours of the morning. It was just a couple of months prior that he’d been introduced to Claudia at the oyster bar at Grand Central. If was a Friday happy hour and he was enjoying a cold beer and a dozen of Rhode Island’s East Beach Blondes on the half shell. He ran into a wealthy South American client who was at the bar with her. There was an instant attraction. A feeling that Jay hadn’t realized in many years. The threesome lingered for while and then his client excused himself, needing to get home. But Jay and Claudia stayed and their heated discussion escalated on which ocean produced the superior crustaceans. The classic aphrodisiac combo of alcohol and oysters found them unable to keep their hands off one another. What Jay didn’t know then, but was beginning to uncover, was that he was set-up by his wealthy client who had ties to Claudia’s deep underground connections….
Victoria was in the midst of research for her new novel. It was sure to be a steam-filled romance like all of the others. Yet, her main characters changed after last weekend’s transatlantic flight from Paris to NY. That’s where she met Simone. The exotic first class flight attendant. It was an experience that changed Victoria’s life. And days after, in a mad quest to locate her, she’d learned that Simone was notorious for ‘entertaining’ pilots at 30,000 feet. Obviously not only pilots! Emotions filled her. She’d go from angry to sad in a single moment. She didn’t leave her apartment for days as she couldn’t stop thinking about Simone….
This was only the beginning of the story that was written last weekend at a dinner party with 4 couples. And actually? The guys did great! They had no problem knowing just when and how to fit champagne, caviar, and Tiffanys into the story. Loved that! In addition, they introduced Parker, the dubious stock broker, into the story who created quite the stir. Course a sizable will and trust fund always makes things interesting. That and it makes it possible to afford the desires of every woman’s heart wrapped up and delivered in a little or large aqua box. LOL! Moral of this StoryClub? Girls’ Night StoryClub isn’t just for girls. Great job writing Steve, Bobby, Clayton and Kent, and thanks for playing!