Editor's Note: 89 women on a bus

Editor's Note: 89 women on a bus

Michele Ellson

Flo Rida is maxing out the speakers on the charter bus, but everyone’s too busy dancing to notice. It’s maybe a little before midnight Friday and we’re hurtling toward Alameda on 580, toward the successful conclusion of a night that will be remembered and rehashed through Facebook photos and knowing smiles as we pass each other on the street.

The Def Cougars are on the prowl!

It started in 2011 as a “girls night out” to a Def Leppard concert in Mountain View and evolved into a massive feat of organization that inspired awe in every girl who donned a freshly sheared T-shirt and nibbled taquitos in the bare living room of a fellow Cougar’s newly purchased Sherman Street manse.

The Cougars are on the prowl!

The event drew women from all over the Island and beyond, most of us sharing the common bonds of school or kids sports or the handful of other things that have women of our age spinning concentric circles on the hamster wheel of life. But tonight we had the opportunity to come together in the absence of all that context, without the seemingly permanent interruption of dinner and soccer games and last-minute conference calls juggling for our too-little time and attention.

The Cougars are on the prowl!

And while we may have chatted about those kids and their soccer games and our host’s recently remodeled kitchen before the buses rolled toward Concord, we knew that we’d emerge on the other side of the Caldecott Tunnel in a place where this hectic adult life we all share was something we could hardly begin to conceptualize.

The Def Cougars are on the prowl!

Being a group of nearly 90 women all decked out in the same T-shirt, we took on an air of celebrity as we wove through the crowd at the Concord Pavilion. We posed, grinning, for photos with fellow concertgoers with whom we were sharing this fleeting moment of respite as the soundtrack of our younger selves’ lives flowed with clockwork precision in the background.

Def Cougars!

After the show, we opted to make the most of the precious final moments in our rolling time machine, celebrating the youth we left behind and the women we had become. As the bus rolled back onto the Island we were disgorged one by one, each silently vowing not to acknowledge our return to reality until morning light.

Thank you Heather, Karin and Lauren for giving us this moment to celebrate ourselves. I can’t wait until next year!