"Same time next Tuesday?" Elena murmured from the rug, her eyes half-closed.
They settled into Martha’s living room, a space usually curated for calm, which was quickly overtaken by kicked-off heels and the clinking of glasses. Elena, a high-powered attorney by day, was currently attempting to demonstrate a yoga pose she’d learned that morning, which resulted in her gently rolling onto the rug while laughing so hard no sound came out. drunken mature women
"The best part of being a 'woman of a certain age,'" Jules said, pouring a splash of gin into a glass of tonic Martha had provided, "is that the 'certain' part means we finally know exactly who we are. And who we are tonight is a group of friends who deserve a drink and a laugh." "Same time next Tuesday
"And that your couch is the new VIP lounge," Jules added, brandishing a half-empty bottle of artisanal gin like a trophy. "The best part of being a 'woman of
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.