So, this was not the Caribbean, and there weren't any men within their age range. But Colleen was having a good time, and learned many a wise thing from the Bingo ladies. They were a little sassy and there seemed to be a little bit of a rivalry between who she called the Vicious Visors and the Ferocious Fanny Packs, but they were generally sweet, and were good sports when she won--and Colleen did, more than once. She had also managed to charm her way through the aerobics class and ended up with a lot of dates lined up, and so it was going to be an interesting time at the senior dance, but she was certain she could manage.
Come dinner time, Colleen was at a table talking to a cute couple. They were trying to set her up with their grandson--and they were very persistent--when they heard the boom and forgot about the Tango video call on their phone. They pulled out their cameras, giving Colleen a chance to excuse herself and leave the table. She walked to the bar and ordered a Midori Sour with extra cherries and as she waited, stood beside Misty and smiled. "Not bad, huh, birthday girl?" And then she looked around. "Where is you husband?"