In my early twenties, my Saturday nights adopted a well-recognized sample. Perhaps yours did too. Each Saturday, a bunch of my finest girlfriends and I gathered in certainly one of our bedrooms, sipping mismixed drinks, donning our shiniest frocks, and swapping tales concerning the earlier weekend’s antics; tales that had been at all times met with raucous laughter. These ladies nights out had been as a lot about bonding as they had been about dressing up and having enjoyable,…
