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 I have two titles mom and chicken lady and I rock them both flower shirt journey back, no parachute for the descent. 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.