This amazingly magical road trip I’m going to be taking is a first for several reasons.

- I’m going to actually camp outside.

- It’s going to be my first real adult vacation that didn’t involve work.

- And it’s with “the girls.”

I mean, one of us is a guy, but he pretends he’s a girl.

I have never in my life related to more than one feminine personality at once enough to have “girls.”

My entire life, my friends in a vast majority have been male. Vast. We’re talking, before S and J, I’ve only had four women only I actually called my good friends, ever since like third grade when I realized chick “best friends” were drama queens and totally overrated. And those four women all have different personalities and come from different backgrounds in a way that I’ve never had more than one of them to myself at a time.

J is even pretty girly, but she’s got an amazing personality that envelopes that, so it isn’t all she is made of. S is feminine, but I wouldn’t call her girly, and she too, is fascinating and wonderful. Josh, whom I suppose I should count as one of my girls, is also much fun. He’s not girly, either, but his pocket knife is.

It just struck me as REALLY weird today when I was telling someone about my vacation, and they asked if Boyfriend was going and looked shocked when I said no. And I replied, “It’s just the girls.”

* Gasp *

Did I just say “the girls”?

I have “girls.”

I’ve never had “girls” before.

What an odd sensation.