In which my liver finally waves a white flag
After Mass, in true Irish styley, it was straight down the pub for copious amounts of alcohol, sandwiches and later, singing, falling over and general talking of shite (D’s family were here from all over Ireland and England). The smalls were allowed in the pub for a while and hogged the pool table until they were finally taken home to bed, D’s Ma gaining the dubious honour being chief babysitter for the evening. I decided that enough was enough and stuck to the cokes. Trouble was, then, at 2am when everyone chucked out, I was voted the person most likely to taxi everyone home. And so it was, then, that I found myself with a car full of very giggly locals, driving all round the back roads of the arse end of nowhere. Still, at least now I know where everyone lives.
Sunday, then, and it was Hubby’s turn to have the hangover from hell while I was feeling quite perky. The kids went off to D’s sister A’s house to laze around in their hot tub and we sat in the garden until D hopped over then fence, and then his sister in law, Jonesy wandered over looking distinctly knackered (they got to bed at 6am), and then finally Jonesy’s hubby, D’s big brother P. The lads went off to the shop to get some money and lo and behold a text message informed me that D had forced them to stop into the pub for a hair of the dog and would I like to join them. Well, you have to don’t you.
Long story short, then, we made it back from the pub to A’s house, where we remained until lord alone knows when, ordering the biggest chinese takeout in the world (there must have been 30 of us – the restaurant manager must have done cartwheels). Hubby and I decided that we could never compete with D’s family on the drinking front and hit the fizzy water. Blimey those guys can sink a bevvy!
Being a bank holiday here, yesterday was finally a day of rest after all the excess and socialising. D’s sister P and her lovely hubby M went home to the UK, Jonesy and P headed back to Dublin, and we spent a happy afternoon whizzing about on D’s ride-on mower. We eventually managed to persuade #1, #2 and Little C that they don’t actually live at A’s house with her gang of kids (‘but they’ve got a quad bike, though…’), and my liver finally gave up all hope of me being teetotal.
So, how was your weekend then?
