Friday, July 19, 2013

Crazy summer of 2011

Yes. It's been a while. The fact is all my friends are grown-ups now. And so am I. Does it mean the end of our crazy adventures, summer flings, fast track boyfriends, easy girlfriends? Is it from now on all to expect a maternal call from within to fulfill one more task? Baby crying, diaper changing, early mornings, dull eyes, duller skin, flat shoes and sweatshirts? No drinks, no early hour shame walks? It feels odd to believe so. So, I tripped and fell, rolling down the memory lane... The time not so long ago that felt like being 16 again.

Hot summer days can literally boil your brain. This is proven by the story that happened somewhere in some city with some certain crowd of people that somehow got lost after that summer night. Drinking from the bottle with different connotation. Terrace in the middle of the week where drinks were proposed and none rejected. Wine, strong, stronger... Talks, laughs, hidden smiles, flirtations, first kisses and blackouts. It went on well in the night, flying high and falling deep. The next morning. When alarm clock went off at 6 am. Not knowing their names, their location. Vehicle left on some parking, grabbing a cab and trying to look normal in the office. The hardest working day whatsoever. Stomach had made serious acrobatic flip overs umpteen times until the clock stroke noon. Lunch. At last. Smell in the cafeteria brings back hot memories lingering from last night. Who with whom? Some couples were made, some unmade. What's done is done. Now is time to recover or try to recover what can be recovered. It will take a while, at least for pride to regain its former status. To return to daily routine, forget what needs to be forgotten and keep those precious one-on-one moments.

We don't really talk about that certain terrace night. There were so many embarasing, cheerful, funky, sexy, moving and rememberable moments that only one special look can grasp. We glance at each other... And smile.