when mama goes out on the town

I don’t get to drink because I have to run nine miles the next morning.

I get to wear heels and a black jacket.

I laugh a little louder than normal.

I drive my minivan like a boss.

I do not yawn once so all the young kids think I do this all the time.

I sit in a booth and catch up with friends: gossiping, storytelling, and reminiscing.

I come home at midnight feeling alive and filled up.

I need to do this more often.