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Second Saturday

Ten years ago, over coffee, my dearest friend Sande and I began discussing how our monthly Bunko game with girlfriends had seemed to have run its course.  Don’t get me wrong, I loved getting together and getting away from my family routine on a Friday.  However, I felt that my life had taken a turn and I was looking for ways to go out with my husband and all our friends. Over coffee, we crafted an idea of what would become the Second Saturday Social Club. 

The original idea included 9 couples, one couple has since moved away.  The idea was that once a month you and your husband planned an outing and shared the idea with the social club.  At best you would have 8 other couples join you and at worst you and your husband would have a date.  It seemed like a win/win scenario. We were careful to explain that the social event could be easy as going to a restaurant or as complicated as hosting a dinner party or cocktail hour.

Over the years the Second Saturday Social Club has gone to restaurants, concerts, movies, fundraisers, college football games, away for the weekend and we recently even went curling.  More importantly, we have developed a very special bond with a terrific group of friends. Originally the events were simple but they have grown to include celebrating weddings, graduations and even the loss of family members.

Tonight is another Second Saturday event and it includes pizza and game night at the hosts' house. Needless to say, I am looking forward to having fun with our friends and I look forward to many more second Saturday events to come.



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  1. What a great idea! Friends are food for the soul and how wonderful that you guys make it a priority. Hope you enjoyed the pizza and games!

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