From a normal life to a wreck

I used to have a normal life.  I went to work, went home.  Met a guy.  Got married.  House in the suburbs.  It was boring.  It was just so...tame and unsatisfying.  Very Vanilla.  I did it for a long time.  Thats dangerous, because the wild had to come out eventually.  Much like the cork of a champagne bottle, the wild pops right out with just a bit of a nudge in the right direction.  It was a time where I became close friends with several women, who over time realized they were unhappily married.  One woman, well she was happy but her husband lost his mind and left her for an unattractive waitress that was so stupid that she couldnt even argue without sounding like that SNL skit with Eddie Murphy using big words amazingly inappropriately.  Anyway the group of us supported each other through our trials and tribulations and got into a lot of hijinks.  In the era of reality tv shows, we are thoughroughly convinced that our nonsense would be way more entertaining.  When we go out, we dont just do one thing.  We hit no less than three locations, and as many as eleven have been totaled among our core group.  Inevitably we began sleeping around.  Balancing a future ex husband, children, jobs, and recently aquired "persons of interest" was no small feat. It was hilarious.  But we had a lot of crazy shit happen to us too.  We realized that we are "wrecks in the city".  So we became "The Wrecks".  We began adopting new members into our special little club.  None of the boring and safe suburbanites were allowed.  All their husbands were fascinated with us.  Collectively we had some major mad skills and whenever we went out as a group it was...well it was a spectacle.  Our Facebook friends that are married watched us from their computers, surfing our pages to see current photos, or put together the mystery of what (or who) we actually did, as we post an array of updates ranging from actual locations, people and references to inside jokes that really make you wonder what the hell we did.  (How the hell do you know that Ambassador?) Especially because some posts were at 3 in the morning.  We entered the phase of drinking too much, staying out too late, texting boys that are "too young" and loving every minute of it.  Our lives were not boring anymore.  We are Washingtonians after all.  But even for Washingtonians, we run pretty damn fast.