The man of the evening, on ladies night.

I haven't been the the Caley folk night for a few months but better reasons to get me back of which I cannot think. My flatmate was playing and Massa's leaving commiseration.
Lovely food with the olds to kick the night of who are en route to Boston to meet Jnr Jnr. Or wee Jnr. I haven't quite decided yet.
Then a lovely night of great female singers.
I even participated in a conga. I'm not sure I should admit this publicly. As a dance enthusiast I have always abhorred and avoided them on principle.
But anything for Massa, the man from Japan in a saltired cowboy hat.