The most enthusiastic of the group sends us advertisements for throwback parties to the WhatsApp group in the hope of exciting us and forcing us to see each other. I rejected one because the ad used songs by El Canto del Loco and La Oreja de Van Gogh. I have no masochistic inclinations. There are those who refuse "remember" sessions. The commodification of nostalgia is exhausting and it's as if our parents got together to dance to songs by Karina or Los Diablos, like in that joint tour of old glories they called Mágicos 60. With the adolescent insolence of those times, it seemed like something for old people. Now, a faction of friends is planning a plan that invites us to live on the edge: a snack on a Sunday at ten in the morning.