WRITING OBSTACLE

Over margaritas on the beach, two friends have a life-altering conversation.

One Marg, Two Marg, Three Marg, Floor

The glasses clinked as we cheers-ed them together over the table.


“I’m so happy you came girl,” I mumbled enthusiastically to my best friend.


“Girl I’m even more happy I came,” was the even more mumbled reply.


We’d been drinking margaritas by the ocean for a solid few hours at this point. Swallowing mouthfuls of salty liquor whilst listening to the waves rush up towards the sun loungers we were perched on.


“We should soo do this more often. Who doesn’t love a margarita by the sea,” but it came out sounding like ‘mar-ha-hita’. My tongue seemed to have left the conversation.


“Do you think I should quit my job and become a bartender at this resort? I feel like I’d be really great at making cocktails and flirting with all the sexy guests I’d probably be pretty great at drinking all the cocktails and having sex with the guests too. Ha,” Hazel was drunk. Not just kind of drunk. She was DRUNK DRUNK. But that’s okay, that’s why we came.


“I think you should quit your job, but maybe not to become a bartender. I think you should finally open that bookstore you always said you were going to do. What happened to those big bold ideas from when we were in our twenties?“ I turned my face towards her, pushing my sunglasses to the top of my head.

“It’s not too late, you could so still do it. Ezra would support the crap out of you, he’s always just wanted you to be happy. And being an assistant isn’t what’s doing that.”


“You’re a fine one to talk. What happened to wanting to release your own cook book? Don’t try and tell me you don’t still have hundreds of recipes saved up in that big ol’ brain of yours. You do have a very big brain. You know that? Almost makes your forehead too big,” she giggles to herself, reaching over to feel my forehead. “Fivehead,” she says, laughing again.


“Maybe we should just do it. What’s stopping us?”


“Eh, maybe tomorrow.”


“Yeah, when we’re not drunk and ordering our 5th margarita.”


“Great idea. To tomorrow!” She salutes her almost empty glass into the air, whilst I wave down the server for yet another beverage. To tomorrow.

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