Bring this back!

Last weekend, a friend and fellow Medium writer whose husband was out of town came over. I made soup and baked popovers. We had a few drinks. My husband went upstairs to work in his attic studio and my friend and I went to my room, which I treated like a dorm room. I have a table with two chairs in my bedroom. She sat there, I got into my very comfy bed, and it felt like old-style hanging out. She slept in the guest room and in the morning I whipped some cream and served it with fresh strawberries. This is how 50-plus homebodies party.