I went to one. I saw people around my age dancing interpretatively to Kate Bush and next day read about Generation Jones (a phenomenon(?)/ descriptor I had already encountered) which seemed to fit. The food was good too. Everyone was very nice.
Today I am tired though.
Would you believe the taxi driver was using his mobile on the freeway on the way home at 3:45 am. I asked him not to and he apologised. But seriously what did that idiot think he was doing.
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Thanks for the feedback. That Gen. J. thing was weirdly apt. Thanks to you and Mia for coming, and for brilliant present. (Hope this is blogosphere friendly - don't know rules.)
Joanne
That taxi driver was probably trying to alert his colleagues not to pick up Hairy and I.
Hairy and me
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