"And that your couch is the new VIP lounge," Jules added, brandishing a half-empty bottle of artisanal gin like a trophy.
The doorbell chimed with a rhythmic, slightly off-beat persistence. When Martha opened it, she was met with a chorus of giggles and the unmistakable, sweet-tart scent of cheap margaritas. drunken mature women
Martha smiled, throwing a blanket over her friend. "Same time next Tuesday." "And that your couch is the new VIP
Standing on her porch were her three best friends since college—Sarah, Elena, and Jules. They were in what Elena called their "Golden Era," which usually meant they had more disposable income and less patience for uncomfortable shoes. Tonight, however, they were also decidedly tipsy. " Jules added