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I hung up with Bones, grabbed my purse and jacket, and was out the door.
The Spurs parking lot was nearly full and I had to park in the back. By the time I opened the front door of the restaurant, it was seven forty-five.
A cacophony of noises hit me at once. The loud clanging of the dinner bell to alert the servers that a table’s food was ready, the steady hum of conversation, the cheering of men at the bar watching some sporting event.
I stepped up to the hostess stand and told them who I was meeting.
“Most of your party is already here,” the hostess said. “Let me take you to the table.”
We wound our way through the restaurant, passing large booths that could seat six. The Old Ladies were sitting at a long rectangular table in the back.
“You’re here!” Sutton yelled, hopping up from her seat at the head of the table. She wore a plastic crown with the word bride blazed across the prongs.
She hugged me to her.
“Sorry I’m late,” I said.
“It’s fine,” she assured me. “Doc is running late too, but that’s Doc.” She gripped my hand and looked me up and down. “I said bring your honky-tonk. You didn’t bring your honky tonk.”
“I wore cowboy boots,” I said, lifting my leg and pointing to my foot to show off my red cowboy boot. “And jeans.”
“No hat.” Sutton pouted.
“Well, I think you look great,” Willa said to me. She winked. “Nice flannel.”
“Thank you,” I said, beaming.
“Let me introduce you to everyone,” Sutton said.
She went around the table. There was a range of women who looked like they were in their mid-twenties to early forties.
“We’ll periodically remind you of who we are,” Mia said, lifting her pint of beer and taking a sip.
“Thanks,” I said. “Where should I sit?”
There was an empty seat between Logan and Willa. Willa patted the chair. “Here.”
“Are we waiting until Doc gets here before ordering a round of tequila?” Darcy asked. “I’m kid-free and I want to party.”
“Count me out. I’ve got two hours before I have to get home to the baby,” Brooklyn said.
“I’ll do a shot,” Joni said.
“Me too,” Tavy added.
“Show of hands,” Sutton said.
“What about you?” Mia asked Sutton.
“What about me, what?” Sutton asked.
“Do you want a shot?”
“No, I don’t want a shot,” Sutton remarked.
“You don’t want a shot of tequila at your own bachelorette party?” Rach piped in. The pretty brunette’s eyebrows rose to her hairline. “Why not?”
“Tequila and mechanical bull riding doesn’t really seem like a good idea, does it?” Sutton asked. “And I really want to ride that bull.”
