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."

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

"We decided," Sarah announced, swaying slightly and leaning heavily against the doorframe, "that Tuesday is the new Saturday." "The best part of being a 'woman of

Martha smiled, throwing a blanket over her friend. "Same time next Tuesday." "We decided," Sarah announced, swaying slightly and leaning

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.

"Remember when we used to worry about what people thought?" Sarah asked, tucked into a corner of the sofa with her legs tucked under her. "Now, I just worry if I’ve remembered to take my calcium supplement."