Damn, T, Im gonna have to carry you into the bedroom tonight. Bette said as she watched her wife attempt to hold her alcohol.

Spare us the married couple details, please. Dana groaned. Some of us are single and *****-free.

Speak for yourself. Shane replied, winking at Dana who rolled her eyes.

Bette squeezed Tinas hand under the table.

Ok, ok… listen up ladies. Tell me a story… I want to hear about your dreams. Shane said, banging her hand on the table like a judges gavel.

Dreams? Tina asked.

Yes, dreams. Where do you want to be in the future? What do you want to be doing? Who do you want to be?

Having margarita night! Bette said which caused cheering and a toast from the others.

Tequila slopped on the table mixed with lime pulp and womens sweat. I want to go pro. Dana said.

Id like to write for a major magazine. Alice said.

And I dont want to be stuck in the corporate America career. Tina replied.

Im happy where Im at in my gallery. Bette said. Sometimes I think Id like to try my hand at working for a museum or a larger gallery in New York or something, but I dont know.

All of you talked about careers as if they defined you. Shane sighed. You know, I could work some lame ***** jobs for the rest of my life and I wouldnt mind as long as I was happy. What else? I dont care about your career goals.

There was a silence for a while as the mood shifted from laughter and fun to a seriousness and thoughtfulness.

You never know what life is going to throw you. Tina started as she glanced at Bette. I know someday I want a family with kids. A big house filled with friends and laughter, like one big happy family.

You know, sometimes I think Id like to have a family, too. I just want to fall in love and hold onto it and have it become a part of me, like the lines in my skin. Once its there it cant go away. I hope I have that. Alice said.