party party party

this one's still going, even though she seems to have the wrinkles of a 40 year old under her eyes.
I'm feeling fairly ancient - partly because I had all 25kgs of her good self on my shoulders for hours whilst I jumped around and danced.

Some things I'm still enjoying from the weekend:
1. the desire to join in with all music by singing along and waving my arms around, even if it's in the supermarket.
2. the "older" guy (he was older than me, so that makes him young really) sitting in a deckchair in the rain wearing a "this machine kills fascists" t-shirt.
3. this.

:-)