They were having a great time and loving every minute, it seemed from the outside, but I remember those days and still look back with the feeling of relief that I do not need to partake in this act of youth anymore. The drinking of anything to be drunk to fit in with the crowd, downing something brighter than 80’s spandex that tasted mostly of sugar or medicine. Then running about or climbing on something to show your worth, it was exhausting at the time, but seemed fun and looking back it was fun, but I am still happy I can now watch this age old thing happen, from the comfort of my strolling shoes or from the outside table of a wine bar.
The Journal is a collection of articles and essays written and curated by Thomas W Coombs on a variety of topics that many of us love. From fashion to cocktails, travel to wine and some of the simple things in life in between.
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