As usual, our favourite band, of which Jacqui is female vocalist, supplied the music and they didn't let us down. I think they're rather keen on Elvis...we heard a lot of "Elvis has returned to the building" during the evening. Jane, Fred, me, Ally and Steve, another couple of neighbours grabbed ourselves a table along side the dance floor. Consquently,. we were christened the groupies...I've never been called a groupie before. At my age, I rather like it. But the term groupie probably originated from the fact that the band have played at quite a lot of parties we have attended over the last year or so, and there are at least two more coming up...mine and Fred's and his twin sister's 50th next year.
However, we had a great evening as usual. Danced the night away as usual. Woke the next day feeling totally wrecked as usual. Where are the days when I could party all night and survive the next day on very little sleep? I mean I was in bed by midnight, only had two glasses of wine (drank copious quantities of water the rest of the time) and danced a lot, but that shouldn't matter, should it? I just don't know what's going on. Fred very unkindly suggested I was getting old...the cheek of it!
Below are a couple of photos from the evening.
Jacqui and David, her husband (who is rides a pretty good show jumper...as in horse).
Jacqui's mother, Robyn (and my partner in crime) making her speech to Jacqui.
Jacqui and me.