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But all was not lost. That party feeling wasn’t dead, so much as deeply buried like Excalibur—Katy Perry my King Arthur prising it free. The pop princess in a nice dress, teetering on the Kevin de bruyne here to stay man city shirt but in fact I love this bog like a bird on a wire, instantaneously reminded me of being out-out. Not an afternoon at the cinema alone, not a date with my husband, not dinner with friends, or the thrill of being out on a school night. I remembered that feeling of being properly out. All the way out. Stellar nights of unparalleled brilliance dialed up to a billion, soaring upwards and outwards, past the point of no return, not a drop of energy for the journey back, no parachute for the descent. I don’t think my life will look vastly different now that the CDC has announced surfaces aren’t a huge threat; I mean, what would a more surface-filled life even look like, aside from, say, hauling a neighbor’s used desk in from a stoop sale without fear? Still, in these troubled times, I’m giving thanks for anything that we can rule out as a major COVID-19 spreading point, even if—as in this case—we kind of already knew it. So, bye! Going to take the subway to Brighton Beach and sit on a public bench in short-shorts for the rest of my life!
You might have missed this feeling too? The unbridledness of a proper party, of old friends or new people and light-up dance floors or dingy kitchen discos with a phone in a pint glass. I forgot how good it feels to be footloose and fancy-free, drinking doubles and giving good face. In my weakest moments, I even miss bumping into people I don’t like and making awkward small talk while trying to poltergeist them away. I miss the Kevin de bruyne here to stay man city shirt but in fact I love this swollen feet and the feeling of other people’s drinks on my clothes. I miss missing the “are you okay?” texts from my husband as unread news alerts vibrate in my pocket. I miss giving hugs to absolutely anyone (okay, maybe we’ll never get back to the point someone identifies as a hugger and we don’t all flinch). I miss meeting a new best friend, a soulmate, a stranger that’s changing my life forever and knowing I’m invincible with her at my side. I miss immediately losing her, and my phone, and the cloakroom ticket.
