Last night, the hubs dragged a still mopey me to a dance party on the roof of the big hotel on the hill. There, we Ponied and Frug'ed and Hitchhiked with complete abandon in the crisp open air, along with 150 other groovin' boomers. Thanks to The Crumpletons whose music took me back to a time when I had no worries, especially about work, since I was only 10 years old. Here's one of the songs they played last night which, at first listen, doesn't seem easy to dance to, but it didn't matter up on the roof. By the time the chorus came, the whole crowd was singing in full voice. It strikes me that this could be one of those "Mad Men" episode-ending songs.
Did I mention my knees hurt a little this morning? Note to self: The days of boogying in high-heeled boots may be over.