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hellisonI have the cold *sniffs* which, plus residual bleh from the weekend is making me miserable...
But it was a good weekend! Wedding was great fun, Trish looked stunning, Manix looked almost respectable and my blue stuff looked good (photos on fotopic as usual) and we all got very very drunk. Highlights included Graham making his speech after sucking a balloon full of helium, Ruthie flinging her wine everywhere while talking and Graham (again) hanging himself off a lamp post by his tie. And that was all before 7pm!
We got so drunk in fact that ruthie left in hysterics when Niall (very very long story) arrived and we ended up going home early to calm her down. Well at about 11ish, which wasn't really that early, then we sat about the kitchen, drank champagne and got stoned, which was a nice way to round off the night.
The next day got up at around 9.30 - sounds early, but I could hear Graham and Grik up and I had a feeling that if I didn't get up myself, I'd be got up by force. A feeling which I might add turned out to be entirely correct, as when I got down, they were debating the merits of water over ice as a wake up call.
The fact that they'd already started drinking didn't help.
I do like my cider a lot, but not at 9.30 in the morning.
However by 10.30 I found myself back in the hotel the wedding was at, with a pint in front of me. I did buy a coke but Graham objected to this and flung it across the carpark, so I had no choice. The plan was have a few pints and breakfast to stave off the hangover, then go back and crash for the afternoon.
It didn't *quite* work out like that. Graham did crash spectacularly about 30mins after the coke flinging and left, but myself and Grik sat on as various other wedding people showed up, including the bride and groom and the groom's mate Dave and some random woman who'd ended up sharing the Bridal Suite with them because they'd got locked out of their own rooms.
We had some lunch and some more pints and more people showed up and we had some more pints, then lots of people showed up so about 5ish it all got hectic and myself and Grik headed off to find food and other pubs and have more pints, wandered thro Swords, got a carry out and staggered back to the hotel, found a Cian and Laura still there, had a few more pints then figured we should probably head back to Ruth's to let her know we were still alive.
Apparently we arrived back around 10ish and were very entertaining for the sober people at home, so at least it wasn't all wasted! So we drank some more champagne, fell about in the garden and talked a lot of crap, then Grik made the most ridiculous joint, we smoked about half of it and both passed out fairly promptly.
Sunday was Not Good, tho Ruthie was a star and made us all a huge big breakfast and put up with us lying on her sofa moaning all afternoon.
Monday was slightly better and today, the hangover has gone but the cold is in full force. Woe is me. I reckon it was worth it tho!
But it was a good weekend! Wedding was great fun, Trish looked stunning, Manix looked almost respectable and my blue stuff looked good (photos on fotopic as usual) and we all got very very drunk. Highlights included Graham making his speech after sucking a balloon full of helium, Ruthie flinging her wine everywhere while talking and Graham (again) hanging himself off a lamp post by his tie. And that was all before 7pm!
We got so drunk in fact that ruthie left in hysterics when Niall (very very long story) arrived and we ended up going home early to calm her down. Well at about 11ish, which wasn't really that early, then we sat about the kitchen, drank champagne and got stoned, which was a nice way to round off the night.
The next day got up at around 9.30 - sounds early, but I could hear Graham and Grik up and I had a feeling that if I didn't get up myself, I'd be got up by force. A feeling which I might add turned out to be entirely correct, as when I got down, they were debating the merits of water over ice as a wake up call.
The fact that they'd already started drinking didn't help.
I do like my cider a lot, but not at 9.30 in the morning.
However by 10.30 I found myself back in the hotel the wedding was at, with a pint in front of me. I did buy a coke but Graham objected to this and flung it across the carpark, so I had no choice. The plan was have a few pints and breakfast to stave off the hangover, then go back and crash for the afternoon.
It didn't *quite* work out like that. Graham did crash spectacularly about 30mins after the coke flinging and left, but myself and Grik sat on as various other wedding people showed up, including the bride and groom and the groom's mate Dave and some random woman who'd ended up sharing the Bridal Suite with them because they'd got locked out of their own rooms.
We had some lunch and some more pints and more people showed up and we had some more pints, then lots of people showed up so about 5ish it all got hectic and myself and Grik headed off to find food and other pubs and have more pints, wandered thro Swords, got a carry out and staggered back to the hotel, found a Cian and Laura still there, had a few more pints then figured we should probably head back to Ruth's to let her know we were still alive.
Apparently we arrived back around 10ish and were very entertaining for the sober people at home, so at least it wasn't all wasted! So we drank some more champagne, fell about in the garden and talked a lot of crap, then Grik made the most ridiculous joint, we smoked about half of it and both passed out fairly promptly.
Sunday was Not Good, tho Ruthie was a star and made us all a huge big breakfast and put up with us lying on her sofa moaning all afternoon.
Monday was slightly better and today, the hangover has gone but the cold is in full force. Woe is me. I reckon it was worth it tho!
