For Katyboo's viewing pleasure, here is a picture of me in my 60s gogo girl finery. Husband cut the boots off in the shot. But you'll get the idea.
Party was fab. Going to bed at 3am was less funny this morning. Dancing all night to Abba and other dance floor classic was superb. Note to self: must dress up like a fool and dance like a loon more often. Now I know how I can spend the evenings when husband is abroad on business trips. Dress up, clear the living room floor, put on some toe tapping tunes and shake my groove thing, baby yeah. It's the most exercise I'm likely to get anyway!
Must now go rest (and feed children).