Vicente was on his caipirinha and probably martini mode; Julio on his 8th beer I think; the girl on the left (who I don’t know) was not exactly sober either; and the other one (also a complete stranger) was, guess what?… yes, in a high alcoholic humor.
And actually, although it may not seem like it, I was the only one with alcohol free drinks that day, more specifically, with a Fanta attitude…
But yes, indeed I was laughing…
Laughing of Vicente’s lack of balance…
Laughing of a (non) serious Julio…
Laughing of 2 girls who unexpectedly jumped to the middle of us…
Laughing of a vodka-orange that suddenly took off...
And so there I was… consciously laughing, consciously enjoying, consciously memorizing each detail…
Surrounded by relaxed moods, lost in the confusion, absorbed by unforgettable feelings, meaningful moments…
Feelings that are non-sense but one of a kind…
Moments that you supposedly wouldn’t remember the day after, but that you smile about when you do, be it 1, 2 or 867 days afterwards.
1 comment:
and....What a smile........!
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