Observations during Last Night's Party...

"How did you meet your husband?"

Before the question was complete, she tossed her head back in a dramatic laugh. As she did, her stringy blonde hair met the wind and blew erratically to the side.

"He was a one-night stand!" she blurted. " I was drunk as hell, and he was beautiful."

Everyone laughed. She had command of the crowd around her the same way she commanded over the seventh-graders she taught under more sober conditions.

"I took him home, and he was amazing. So, we did it again. Wouldn't you know it, six weeks later that mother-fucker was living with me."

She blew a puff of smoke into the air. She'd been like a chimney since she got to the patio. They were forbidden at home, but there were no watchful eyes here.

"Now we're fucking married and boring. I hate his mother."


Love,
Tiff