It's been two weeks and I am still basking in the glow from a girls' weekend with my closest high school friends. I am here to tell you that seventy-two hours of belly laughing will change your life for the better. You know, after the hangover subsides.
As I boarded the plane at Logan Airport to head back to the West Coast I felt the warm rush of post-marathon endorphins without having to run 26.2 miles. I was completely relaxed - mostly due to the exhaustion of being doubled over with laughter for three days straight. Still preferable to