Some lady friends and I went to a club (the one inside the Schlossberg mountain) on Saturday night. I don't really do clubbing, but I figured it fit into my
mindfulness "living up the last year of Graz" plan.
At Lee's house before.
Sparkles, black and boots.
Not at Lee's anymore
These two never stopped.
Yes, Lee wore gloves.
I'm not gonna lie. I think we all suffered foot and head trauma the next day. Did I feel young again? On the contrary, hanging out in a crowded, smoky cave with the youngsters made me feel like an old fool...or was it my attempt at dancing? Either way..this fool had some fun and added a page to the Graz history book.