Was a riot. At first it was a wee bit uncomfortable being around people my parents age, until the booze sank in and we all hit the dance floor. I taught the CEO of the company how to dance the newfie jig. Hilarious. It’s pretty simple actually. Hop around and wail your arm to the left and right lol. I even got the boyfriend up to dance! We had a really great time, and I don’t think we went out dancing together since 2006 or something ridiculous like that so that time was over due. The party pretty much dwindled at 10:30, and we weren’t done partying, so Boyfriend and I ended up going to a bar just down the road from our apartment. Had a few swallie’s there (I LOVE WHITE WINE NOW), and ended up coming home to collapse. But not before we made some delicious grilled cheese sandwiches.
Good for the soul.