Toothless Demi-Goddesses

I spent the day drinking & pillaging with women that I consider to be demigoddesses. They are the biker babes of my youth. They are grandmothers, widows, mothers & wives who have many stories to tell & even more that they will never tell.

One of the babes is Marion, who I have been acquainted with since high school. We weren't friends in HS, though. In fact, her posse once tried to beat me up because I referred to them as the "F Troop." She calmed down enough since then to make me Godmother to her oldest child. About 2 years ago Marion appeared with a missing front tooth. We have poured enough liquor down her neck to float the Queen Mary, but she refuses to tell us the tooth story. She also refuses to get a replacement tooth. She just sits there with an Alfred E. Newman grin. Our goal today was to get that story out of her & I would love to say we were successful & share it with you, but I cannot. It is still a mystery.

We came home at 6pm because it was "Shar Pei" time. One of our group, Nasty Barb, has a wonderful world-weary face that tends to change as she drinks. Both sides of her face slide south throughout the day, until she looks like a Shar Pei. When she hits this stage she no longer communicates with us....just an unblinking stare. It is always wisest to return to our respective homes when this happens. Our one non-drinker, Jan the Baptist, deposits us safely at our front doors.

We started at 11am (Bloody Mary Brunch), so I was happy to get home & avoid the drunken brawls that would inevitably come if we stayed out among the amateurs, who only drink at night. Barb had started mumbling about knocking Marion's other tooth out if she didn't tell the story, so it was time.

I love these women. They are daughters of the true Sacred Feminine.