Well, in the words of the immortal song: ‘Oh What a Night!’. Hubby’s brother’s birthday party was a fantastic evening and this morning my throat is completely knackered, my ears are singing and my feet are killing me - a sign of a good night in anyone’s book.
It was lovely to catch up with old friends and all Hubby’s lovely family. Hubby’s younger sister, D, is a total love with enough energy for several Tasmanian devils and kept me up on the dance floor the entire evening. We indulged in a pitcher of some cocktail or other which was rather nice: cranberry juice, Archers, vodka and er..something else but it was nice and fruity and not too alcoholic - essential when you’re partying around little ones and not wanting to get sloshed and stagger around in front of your offspring (there are some things a child shouldn’t have to see, and a slurring parent staggering around telling everyone ‘I love you’ is definitely one of them). #1 and #2 even did a bit of air guitaring to The Darkness in between hanging around in the corridor with all the other kids, playing various mad games and doing handstands (why do kids always do handstands when they get together?). Sadly I didn’t manage to regulate #2’s Coca Cola intake so he was bouncing off the walls by the time we got him home.
Despite my best wheedling I didn’t manage to persuade Hubby to dance with me (he was far too occupied standing around in the ‘boys’ section near the bar, but Hubby’s brother’s partner, J and the ever-bonkers D did a good job as my dancing partners and kept me entertained. One of Hubby’s nephews, D, also turned out to cut a fine dash on the dance floor and had a bloody fair crack at the Macarena for a young’un. I was well impressed. Good job I remembered to bring my trainers as we had to walk home, but it wasn’t far and it was very entertaining being out at midnight - especially for the boys.
Well, it’s a lazy morning in jimjams for us now, followed by a nice big fry up. Ah…it’s good to be home.