Ronnie holds up her own glass. “That’s what these are for. So, drink up! It will make you way more fun.”
“Hey, I’m fun!” Michelle squeaks.
Liz pats her arm. “We know, sweetie. We know.”
Ronnie jumps back in. “Now, Jo. Would you care to explain how you and Beau went from hating each other to screwing in the auto shop to you shacking up with him?”
Liz looks confused. “Wait, you two fucked in the auto shop?”
Ronnie says, “On the hood of a car!”
Liz looks appalled. “You know, my husband owns that shop.”
Ronnie’s head snaps toward our oldest sister. “Liz! We all know you and Jack have fucked in that shop more times than I can count. You've had your fun. Let Jo have hers.”
Reluctantly, Liz shuts up.
Leah says, “Are you and Beau serious?”
“We’re getting there. He said the L word.”
“Did you say it back?” Ronnie asks.
“No. I’m trying not to be an idiot like I have before.”
“How’s the sex?” Liz asks. When everyone stares at her, she adds, “Oh, come on. Like you all weren’t thinking it too.”
“The sex is great,” I say. “He may be kind of nerdy, but in bed, he’s an animal.”
They poke and prod some more, wanting to know all the details of how Beau and I came to be. I answer their questions, but I’m ready to get the spotlight off of myself.
I pivot the conversation to start asking them questions about what’s going on in their lives.
Michelle clears her throat. “I do have something to announce. I was going to wait, but we all know tequila makes me chatty.”
Ronna says, “It’s not just tequila.”
Michelle ignores her. She pulls something out of her pocket and slides it on her finger. Holding up her hand, she says, “Dane asked me to marry him.” Everyone starts squealing in excitement.
Even Ronnie, who isn’t a big fan of marriage, is cheering. Michelle has been dealt a shitty hand in the relationshipdepartment, and it’s good to see her happy with a guy as great as Dane.
The next few minutes are spent with everyone asking questions about the proposal and any plans that have already been made.
After Michelle’s news, the rest of my sisters all share their recent achievements. Liz just bought another property that she’s converting into a second inn. Leah is opening her own tattoo shop, and Ronnie just landed a great photography gig where she’ll be taking pictures of a new theme park in Dubai.
They all look at me, silently asking if I have anything I want to contribute.
With a small smile, I say, “I’m having great sex again.”
Ronnie cheers, “Here, here!”
We all clink glasses, and I try to hide the fact that I feel like a complete failure. I know my sisters are older than me, but I feel like they were all further along when they were my age. Not wanting to be a buzzkill because I’m all in my feelings, I chug my margarita and pour myself another.
A couple drinks later, and I’m feeling no pain. In fact, none of us are. Our evening of heavy conversation has turned into a dance party.
All of us are bopping around to early 2000’s hits.
Leah says, “Look! I can river dance!” She shuffles her feet a little, and while I don’t think she’s anywhere close to river dancing, Michelle cries, “That’s so good! You should join a river dance company!”
