Diamonds in the sand

Out of the clear blue sky, like the opening of stage curtains for an entertaining Broadway show…  Pick a little, talk a little.  Laugh, laugh, laugh.  Pick a little more, talk a little more.  Laugh again. 

Question:  What do you get, when for 48-hours, you cross eleven “aged-to-perfection” women, a luxurious and spacious beach house, three pounds of bacon, and a Costco-size bag of M&M’s?

Answer:  A glimpse of Heaven.  This small bite of paradise  was super-sized with the accompaniment of the crash of breaking waves spraying a fine mist on glowing, laughing faces on the various sized bodies wearing last season’s (or was it last century’s) swimsuit fashions?  A spectacular view of surfers on the horizon, a gray dolphin or two jumping in the distance from deep waters, a display of glorious star constellations as seen from a nightly soak in a hot whirling Jacuzzi tub, a never-ending buffet spread, give way to the most essential commodity — the unspoken vow of silence.  What happens in Ventura, stays in Ventura.

Eleven women entering the beach mansion, each arriving with a unique set of burdens, left today feeling a little lighter (definitely not evidenced from numbers popping up on the scales).  I can hardly wipe the smile from my face.

Diamonds in the rough had transformed into crown diamonds in the sand.  Look out Kate Middleton.  Today we were all princesses.

Thank you, Sally, for allowing ten women to extravagantly celebrate your birthday.  We can hardly wait for you to get older next year.

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