The Speakeasy Reunion (Downtown Martinez) — A-List Experience #2
“Estelle, put down the coupons. They don’t work on Uber.” Murray muttered as their driver dropped them into a glowing Downtown Martinez — brick storefronts, live jazz drifting from the alleys, and a whisper of gin in the air.
They followed flapper dresses to a candlelit doorway marked Dentist — After Hours. “Password?” the doorman asked. “Pickled herring,” Estelle said, without blinking. Inside: prohibition reborn — teacups, a trio sliding through standards, and A-Listers grinning like they’d gotten away with something marvelous.
They danced. They cackled. Murray tried to order an Ensure Sidecar; the bartender didn’t flinch. By the second set, the crowd spilled onto the street. Someone played trumpet from a balcony. Someone shouted, “Shots for seniors!” Estelle twirled and laughed, “We’re doing this every decade.”
That’s what the CCL A-List does — we open the secret doors. You drop $10 to join, and when the next password drops, you’ll already be in the know. If the timing isn’t right, skip it and keep your spot for the next caper.
No risk. All rhythm. That’s how the A-List rolls.