May 22, 2014 by Sez
The party was a very long time ago. 1999 was a very, long time ago. They hadn’t partied like that for a very long time.
They couldn’t remember everything that had happened at the party that lived on in the mythology of their friendship.
The night they’d danced and laughed and taken things, then given, things, then shared things.
The story of the party sustained them far into the new millennium. The still had it, remember that night? But years passed and friendships faded. The stories worn comfortable by repetition became threadbare. Nobody could remember being the protagonists any more.