No I didn't actually go berserk on the rooftop.
Assuming the general public probably might reject that sort of behavior.
And definitely no stomping.
Maybe AIR GLIDING as seen below..
I actually feel like Matahari - head gear and all, with me necklace a-dangling up there on me little head, which reminds me I did the exact same thing for my college graduation's formal night, getting a necklace and sticking pins at the back of my head to hold it and with my mum's necklaces when I was much younger, obviously fascinated by the traditional Indian 'tikka' head gear as I would like to call it. I swear i did not know what they were called at that tender age. I have been meaning to get one for a long time so until that fateful day arrives, this mega bling-ed out blinder will have to suffice. I remember my mum giving me that weird look at the Zara store when I asked her If I could buy the necklace - reason one being 'oh child, I didn't know you had taken a sudden fancy to jewelry? or reason two 'where are you ever gonna wear this much bling on your otherwise "I'm a beggar/picnic-y attire" ?? She says that all the time, and a horde of my cousins and relatives. Sometimes they're baffled by the fact that I just prefer a one-colored navy sweater like the one I'm wearing above there with a simple straight-cut skirt, also, above in the picture with no pom poms hanging loose on the edges.
So it's pretty nice to be able to revisit that childhood activity of picking your mum's necklaces and pretend you were an Indian princess/warlord with my neckie-necklace and wearing it with staples like my navy sweater there. I am all for mixing it up, there's a joy in there like no other, like having your favorite meal spread out on the table except they aren't edible. And speaking of edible, there's dinner to chow down.
Have a great evening.