The Whoop Heard ‘Round the World
It starts as a blip or ripple, somewhere deep inside. Like next to your colon.
With no warning it launches upward through your core, finding momentum by the passing second. The accompanying hum is soft, a comfort, the way it would feel if your favorite person could hug your soul.
Increased size and force are imminent, as are involuntary body wags (all-out wags, I’m telling you), and suddenly there’s sound. With volume. Lots and lots of volume.
It can be only one thing: The Whoop.
And it has only one cause: Excitement!
Maybe it’s because you got a fat check in the mail, or a new two-sizes-smaller wardrobe, or a puppy, but probably it’s because after months of planning, yes, the time has come, and you—along with a few girlfriends—will load your weekend bags, adjust your stress level, and point the vehicle yonder… to where fun awaits.
Very soon I will do just that. Pack up with friends and take off, leaving worry and responsibility behind. I will thumb my nose at work and chores, stress and the things that aren’t going right. I will let loose, enjoy myself, and make memories with some really great women.
When’s the last time you took a trip with some girlfriends? Tell us about it.