Saturday night was also a late, alcohol-fuelled one, with a birthday party for my friend Karen. We drank cocktails at Harvey Nicks before heading to Cosie's, a Bristol institution I haven't set foot inside for many, many years. It hasn't changed at all, and we had a smashing time drinking, laughing, chatting and dancing. Dancing!
These days my dancing partners are knee-high and so my current boogie style involves a slight crouch and hand-holding - I must've looked a proper fool dancing with an imaginary kid that night but I didn't care. It felt liberating and joyous, dancing at 3am without a care in the world, in a short skirt and bright red lipstick.
Sunday morning was a different story though. I'm still recovering - I'm too old for two late nights on the trot. But it was definitely worth it.
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