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.