this morning #326.

this morning, beneath the shade of a weathered novelty sombrero, she poured out the first round of frozen margaritas from the blender & brought a full tray out to the patio, where her gal pals were anxiously waiting. as she placed the libations on the table & they each grabbed one, one of her more obnoxious friends called for everyone’s attention, raised a glass to their host. as she stood & watched this toast unfold, with its sappy platitudes & random shoutout to her mexican gardener, it hit her. with the exception of maybe one or two of them, her friends no longer served her. despite this, she continued serving them drinks for six more hours, right up until the fight broke out.