the train from Mainz to Wiesbaden in the afternoon
a: What do we do after theatre?
b: Go home and drink! And you can all sleep in my flat!
a: Great idea!
c: Me too?
a: Have to clean the dishes first, have nothing left.
b: Know the problem, only own two plates anyway.
Wouldn´t work now, would it? Who in our age group would agree on a sleepover without a carefully planned and packed overnight bag including a more or less stylish new set of pyjamas and the desperately needed cleanser, eye crem, night cream, electric toothbrush, foundation, powder, deo, ....?
Suddenly I was longing for this life. Missing it's apparent recklessness in a sentimental way although I have never lived it.
When exactly did giggles, spontaneity and frugality get replaced by dishwashers, marriages/divorces and time schedules?
I might still be a student but as the years are going on it is getting harder to keep up the attitude.