I’m having flashbacks from last night’s wedding party.
There was *cough* a moderate amount of alcohol.
And dancing (to use a one-word description of what went on, on the dancefloor).
And air guitar.
And much random tweetage.
And the DJ played such wonderfully crap music, he was hilarious.
We walked home, one of us barefoot.
But this morning I feel great and my head’s ticking along on all cylinders.
We need to go and find the car.
We’re going to the cinema in a couple of hours.
And I think we need a chilled weekend somewhere, to unwind.
But first, another mug of tea.