Hookah Lounge, Landsberg

We ended up at this hookah lounge in Landsberg where the music was chill and everything felt stuck in time. The shisha was apple and mint, and I watched someone named The do impossible things with smoke—rings, shapes, impressions. You know the type of person who’s bored enough to master something completely useless. Lisa and Fex were into the music, basically dancing while sitting down. Silvi spent the whole night leaning over whispering mean shit about people, pointing out who was gay or ugly, exhausting to be around until you remembered you were eighteen and that’s what eighteen-year-olds did. She had nice breasts though, which is probably not the point but it’s what I remember. Kathi wouldn’t shut up about being in the newspaper once, couldn’t remember the reason, and I never cared enough to ask. You just nod and move on.

We wanted to go to this club called the Sonderbar, which at least had a funny name, but some of us were underage so they wouldn’t let us in. Walked through Landsberg in the dark afterward, which made everything feel more important than it was. Ran into Andi from my old class—he’d lost weight and immediately tried to get Silvi’s number, which explained everything about how guys think. Kathi and Silvi jumped over my shoulders at some point and acted wrecked afterward. It was stupid. It was a good night. The kind that disappears from your head by the next morning but you’re glad you lived anyway.