Am I too old for this?

2 years ago I spent an amazing couple of hours in the Boiler Room at big day out dancing my pants off to Carl Cox.
Up until this point I'd never understood the hero worship some dj's enjoy. Surely these people just played records in a certain order with a fair amount of skill involved in making the transition from one track to another relatively seemless. On this day, however, I understood why these people are so revered. These guys read the crowd so well and pump them into a frenzy. Carl Cox to me did this perfectly. He mixed the familiar with the new and the sweaty crowd whooped in ectasy. Hmm
So this is the background of how I came to be at the Future music festival at Randwick on Saturday. That and the fact that Colin sold it so well to me.
So there was myself, Colin, Danny and Pip. As soon as the cab pulled up at Randwick it suddenly dawned on us that we were probably the oldest people there. Quick age check amongst ourselves told me that I was the oldest of us lot......brilliant. (I need to find a way of dyeing this grey in my beard). The age thing was painfully obvious to me at least for the first hour or so. (When did luminous clothing come back into fashion?) But as the Smirnoff Black began to kick in I suddenly didn't care.
The whole set up was pretty well done. Most of the spaces were under cover. I guess most fun was had during Carl Cox and Ferry Corsten. But the whole day was great. Good attitude, great friends and cool music. Pics to follow for sure.