We went to a friend's 40th birthday celebration last night.
It was a great night out. A wonderful dinner, with cocktails, wine, three course meal, and then more drinks - Grey Goose and cranberry anyone? And then the dinner tables cleared and there was dancing.
Dancing? I hadn't gone dancing in forever...at least not with my husband. (There was the matter of that small July partyfest in Chicago.)
The music was pretty bad (an incessant Pitbull beat that underscored every song) but it didn't matter. It was a party.
But I was a bit wrecked this morning. Just a bit.
Oh to be turning 40 again.