if you prefer cozy Saturday evening spent together on the couch instead of going to a party, that does not necessarily mean that one is getting old.
yesterday was a very entertaining and relaxing evening, good talks music, good and the opportunity to enter my new heels. but the next morning ...
a few years ago, I would have left out any party, and were the best anyway, to which one was not invited. earlier we were girls, nerd-partys-Mix, forged passes to get in to clubs and always went until dawn with sandals in hand back home. I am drawn to the city long gone, and only the imagination of a large capacity meeting where my pubescent pikelgesichter tilt their beer on the couture leaves sprout stress pustules with me. Today, a really comfortable couch-day ... tv, a bottle of red, and someone of my feet was warm comfortable ... is not real.
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