I should be home. Right now I feel ancient compared to my actual age of thirty-one. The bass thumps through the walls, a gorgeous estate nestled in the foothills of North Scottsdale. The stucco one-story architecture is comfortable and classic Southwestern, but the inhabitants of this party are t...
Jill and Alicia are my soul sisters from another mother, but it’s really annoying how they won’t stop blowing up my phone this late Thursday afternoon. I’m still catching my breath from the hour long fuck-a-thon with my boyfriend—literally, there’s no other way to put it. We’ve been at it all wee...