I am not 19 any more, you guys.

On Friday evening, I dressed up and hit the town for the Port of Wines Festival at the Cunard Centre in Halifax. It was a lovely event with great wines from around the world. For three hours, we tasted wines, mowed down on delicious foods and laughed and laughed and laughed.

See? Laughing. (Seriously, the laughter.)

Not many wines really jumped out at me, but one wine many of us came back to several times over was a peach wine made right here in Nova Scotia. I’m going to blame my many trips back for another glass of peach wine for me not being able to remember who made it. (If you know, please leave the info in the comments!)

I really can’t remember the last time I had as much fun as I did on Friday night. Going out has been quite low on my list of things to do for a while, and I think Friday reminded me that it’s OK to go out and have a good time. We rode in the double decker bus, fell down in the street, laughed until it hurt and danced the rest of the night away.

I can’t tell you how much I needed it.

I can definitely tell you that I have never been carried by someone who wiped out in the middle of Argyle Street. But that’s probably how friendships are made.