So I went out with a friend and some of her friends from work (mental note: next time you decide to go out on a whim, make sure it's not with two cosmetologists, a nail artist and an interior design stylist...). I hedged between going and not going because I wasn't quite up to my normal state--feeling bloated, not quite "with it" and all that. In the end I decided to go, and it's just as well I did. As it turns out, out of five people three were on their period and the remaining two had theirs coming. Now it makes perfect sense that women who not only are friends but who also work together would be 'in sync' when in comes to this, but I just found it a very odd coincidence that I'd be on mine too, seeing as I only know one of them and we don't hang out much these days.
But yeah. Ditch calling your friends and color-coordinating, simultaneous menstruation is the new black! Nothing says tightly-knit-group like synchronized cramping.
Anyway, I had a great time, as we were all on the same page: good food, couple of drinks and then head home.
I was in bed by midnight. Ahhh...
As a sidenote, I have now dyed my roots and done my nails. If only I'd had the foresight... Not that it matters much, they were all great and didn't seem to be paying any attention to my horrid state (It's amazing just what an under-the-microscope feeling one can get, and a magnified one at that when it's that time of the month!), but I did curse the lack of hindsight-in-advance. Presight? No, fuck. There's even a word for it: foresight.
Speaks volumes I didn't think of that automatically, doesn't it?
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