... and it doesn't even smell like it. Kittie and I proved that over the weekend *smile* I had a marvellous time and felt about 20 years younger. Maybe 50 really is the new 30. I won't dwell on the hangovers, because even they were good as I knew they came from having a good time ... and fuck, we deserved it. Met some wonderful people, got tattooed and dreaded, bought shoes and yarn, sat/stood in pubs, ate well and left poor Kittie with the mess! I didn't want to go home ... and I still don't want to be home either. I think a repeat performance is due soon. Up your bum ...Shame, the nail didn't turn up whilst I was away LOL
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