**written on 19 October 2014**
The days when all the friends drank at the same pace. When we danced on tables after day drinking at a wine festival. When get togethers were spontaneous, and crammed into flats and small houses. When we came home when the sun came up. Where we drank anything and mixed anything with the anything we were drinking. The wine was good, the shots were fun.
The days before children. Houses. Dogs. Security companies. Water bills. And weekend Builders Warehouse visits.