I W & F

Irresponsible, Wild and Footloose. My conversation with my girls (we are 6 of us and living in different places, but keep in touch very regularly thru’ the wonderful medium of e-mail and telephone) today was around this. A very interesting and lively exchange of email on the I W & F phase(s) of our lives. We were recounting a few incidents when we were I W & F. Some of them were funny, some were profound, some were sad, some were plain stupid. Great for a laugh and a superb conversation point in a pajama party…After downing a few cocktails, imagine the ‘damaging’ anecdotes that can spill out!!

   Recounting the incidents when you were like that can really open up a Pandora’s box of memories…Memories of when you were stupid enough to fall headlong for a guy who had ‘I’m trouble’ written all over him, or when you were so drunk that you passed out, or when you flirted with some strange men and enjoyed it thoroughly…there are a million things that can come under I W &F. A common thread among all of them, I’m sure, is the feeling of being free…absolutely and completely. No boundaries and no questions. . .