Partycrashing....

After dinner at Pink’s, we set off for the train station. First we took a detour as Opee wanted to stop back by that street party. Turned out that folks were no longer in the street, but rather dancing in a small garage complete with disco lights... 

…hash-appropriate decorations...

…and a one-man band. 

Everyone was super friendly and happy to share their celebration with us. 

Luckily it wasn’t wall-to-wall people, but it was still pretty irresponsible of us to party with strangers in a small enclosed space. Needless to say, Veronica wasn’t impressed as she was being extra diligent since she was in a play just two weeks later.  

Whether this sign was temporary or not, it seemed a fitting ending to our shenanigans.