I wonder if I’ll be too old to wear a bright, red dress the day I finally graduate (again). Last time I graduated there was no celebration, but this time, when everything will be done, finished and over with, I’m going to party like there is no tomorrow. In a bright red dress. All my best friends will be there and we will laugh our heads off and dance like mad. And we’ll eat Hungarian pancakes and drink Russian vodka. You will all be welcome, too.
As long as we’re not all too old to wear red and dance, that is.