Saturday, April 26, 2014

Growing Old Hilariously


Knackered after dancing all night at a friend's 60th party in the newly-renovated loft of the Harbour Bar near the sea front. I knew a lot of his friends as we are part of a hill-walking group that heads into the Wicklow Mountains once a month (see earlier posts with pics). What a hoot. He brought in gourmet pizzas - YUM - and had a heart-attack playlist for dancing guaranteed to sort out the girls from the boys (you know what I mean). We were seriously whooping it up. The manager - who looked about 12 - complained about the music being too loud. WAY TO GROW OLD. PISS OFF THE YOUNG ONES, YEAH.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I can just see you dancing up a frenzy. I remember it well. Perhaps we'll dance together again one day. 60's rock. Just like they always did.

Rox