Look Out for Two Old Ladies

My favorite friend and I met way back on a bright fall day in the mid-70s. We were fresh teenagers wearing peasant outfits while working at the local steakhouse. I don’t know who thought of the idea first, but we found that work was extremely fun with tumblers full of rum and coke hidden in our hostess stand. We bonded over those and many, many other alcoholic moments. It was fun—and disastrous.