Mags, in party mood
So, we talked about, and remembered how, we use to celebrate being young. In our land of spinning vinyl, strange Vermouth cocktails and continental beer fuelled easy conversations about the world we thought we owned. The chances of eyes meeting across a crowded room were greatly reduced by the heavy fug. Quality air competed hard with Gauloises, Sobranie and obligatory hand-rolled creations.
When it was party time, we were the sole inhabitants of our moment. Living became compressed to the width of a generation. It wasn't that we didn't respect or consider others living in close proximity, it was more a case that they had disappeared from our consciousness, faded away behind the beat of our drum.
Some say that with maturity, comes experience and wisdom. They forget to tell you about invisibility.
At some point, before we eventually dropped off, I think we agreed that we are getting a taste of the 'generation gap'. By that, I'm not referring to an occupied point on the 'know it all' side of the chasm. It's more a recognition of the terms and conditions of growing older, and a deep-seated awareness of how crucial it is to party when you're young.