Where am I?

As I leave the building making my way back to my pick up point I can't but notice the amount of people in my way. The bridge over the train lines was never like this for a long time. Smiling faces, people jumping with joy. some jumping on each others backs saying what a great feeling it is, others just punching the air with grins like cheshire cats. As I get near the pick up point it's the same again everyone saying how they were going to enjoy the week-end and the night out tonight; even going home the moaning old twat said how good it was and he felt great; lets have more of the same next week.

So where was I?