Pleh...Pleh!

Soooooo--The Niece and her roomie took me to Woodies, a cute little club, last night, which is why there was no story here in the night time.
Let me say this--your body at fifty is not the bounce back thing it was in your twenties. Oh, sure, I knew that going in but this morning , it's kicking me savagely and asking me if I was insane. On the upside--I aintet dead yet so good on me! Besides from a little aching from head to toe, I'm fine. I watched a variety of folks make out on the dance floor, and goodness, some of those boys (and girls)were very athletic, I was quite impressed. It really was fun, and nice to meet some of her friends, and her roomies , lovely people all! And I did my level best not to embarrass her. I think I succeeded.

I'd forgotten how much fun it is to dance your ass off.

I love my Niece. How will I survive when she goes to Ireland at the end of this month? I know you guys will help me out like you did when BG went to school.*puppy eyes*

Anyhoo- that's the state of the Roxy- creaky as hell from dancing her old butt off, but smiling 'cause, dude! I got to watch pretty guys make out!