She tries again and spills the last bit of margarita in her glass all over the carpet. “Oops.”
Ronnie cries, “It’s okay! We have more!”
Liz asks, “What do we want to do?”
Michelle taps her finger on her chin. “Hmm. What did we used to do when were kids staying up late on a Saturday night?”
Ronnie squeals, “We could do a seance!”
“No!” I shout. “I was always the one lying down for Light as a Feather, Stiff as a Board. I don’t need all that bad juju again.”
Leah looks me up and down. “That explains a lot.”
“Ha ha,” I say with an eye roll. “But seriously, we arenotdoing that again.”
“Okay, what else?” Michelle asks.
Ronnie jumps in again. “We could put on a concert!”
Liz snaps her finger. “Yes! I like it!”
I say, “But now, Mom and Dad aren’t here for us to force them to watch.”
Michelle yells, “We could record it on our phones and send it to them!”
I look over at her. “When you get drunk, I don’t think you realize how loud you are.”
“Huh?” She shouts.
“Never mind.”
Leah asks, “What do we want to sing?”
Immediately, Liz jumps in with, “Spice Girls!”
They all excitedly agree. I could argue. I mean, the Spice Girls were slightly before my time, but my sisters always loving them ensured I always knew all of their songs. I know I’ll be outvoted if I suggest anything else.
“Fine,” I sigh.
“Let’s dress up!” Liz says while doing a little dance.
“Dear, God, why?” I groan.
“It’ll be fun!” She squeals. “Ronnie has a whole closet full of stuff here we can use!”
I think Ronnie will shut this down because she won’t want us wearing her clothes.
But she says, “Yes! We can each be a Spice Girl!”
I’m going to need a bigger margarita.
***
An hour later, all of them are in very tiny dresses and very tall heels.
After much debate, we decided I would be Sporty Spice, which earned me sweatpants and sneakers.
Thank God. I don’t even know if I could walk in heels if my life depended on it.
