Several years ago, E, my best friend, and I made a pact that once we're both in our 40s, we'd go on a best friends cruise and have cabin boys suck on our toes while sipping cocktails on the deck.
So last week, E turned 40, and we went on a best friends trip! We didn't go on that cruise, but we lazed on the beach at a beautiful, serene cove with everything taken care of, in a lovely resort that provided the quiet and calm we needed. The toe-sucking cabin boys didn't happen but the pool boy made sure that we had pinacoladas on the beach while watching the marvelous sunset. E did see a gorgeous pilot that made her mouth drop while waiting for our flight back (I saw the back of the pilot's baldish head and tattoos peeking out of his uniform sleeves) - that was perhaps best cheap thrill of the trip.
Next best friends trip would be a gay cruise, with some of our gay friends when we reach our 50s.
Cheers to best friends trips!