(This ist the old Christine, there is also a Hippieteen-Version in Year 1970 wich is travelling with a Van)

You're meeting up with your buddy at your favorite bar. But tonight, there's a 60th birthday party going on there. Just as you're about to turn around at the door, the bartender waves you over and says, “Take a seat—it's not a private party!”

You sit down at the bar and have a few beers. You’re by far the youngest people there, but the other older folks are really laid-back, friendly old hippies.

Your buddy keeps going out for cigarettes or chatting with his neighbor about music.

Then a nice older lady strikes up a conversation with you: