Bright red painted toes swayed gently in bedazzled flip-flops. Crossed legs and a relaxed slump in a lawn chair relayed her relaxed state, as she sipped a hard seltzer in pajamas. The sun blazed as we sat on a makeshift porch, sunglasses on, as the sound of neighbors, too close for my comfort, continued their day. I woke up late that morning, which is unusual for me in unfamiliar places. I’m sure it was the alcohol.