I was a part of a quartet of women who would get out once a month for lunch - though it eventually turned into dinner - and talk about whatever. No husbands or kids allowed at the gatherings, though we DID talk about them.
As for the dressing up part, um, we put on clean clothes. This counted as dressing up in that part of the country.
Of the things I miss about moving from that area to the Big City is that bunch of women and our lunch group. When I went back last summer for a visit we had lunch and picked up right where we left off. Fifteen years on where I am now, I have yet to find a social friend here. I evidently don't have the skills to start a friendship.
I'd love to get together with a smallish group of women and discuss everything from the way our (now grown) kids make us crazy to the gender of God again. *sigh*
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