You're all officially awesome.
Today I've been indulging my mothers every whim, it was her birthday on Friday and she had a party today, so may I present Monsieur le Dishwasher/Barman extraordinaire. C'est moi!
Bless her. The guests comprised her work colleagues, her art class compadres, some of my fathers colleagues (albeit a select few!), myself (of course) and her ironing lady. Altogether a potentially lethal social hand grenade of class, culture and family (they're the worst), which somehow transcended the social boundaries and detonated, in the ether, away from all the frivolities causing no harm whatsoever.
Someone should have called the fire brigade because we were getting on so incredibly well. Eventually the guests left, in dribs and drabs, and there were but a few of us left.
One of us took it upon himself to get the bus home (despite being completely inebriated and having no idea as to bus scheduling) and we've yet to hear from him but he is a legend so expect a story sometime soon.
My father, despite regaining control of the wagon, was given brief respite by my mum (after nine months of awesomeness) and hence hit the hay early after too much vino rosso (old habits etc..).
Suffice it to say we'll all be paying for it in the morning.
On a more personal note I'm proud of my old man for maintaining his resolve for so long. Events such as this are annular at best so keep on keepin' on mate we're all behind you.
At the end of it all I'm the last man standing (big change there!) so here's to the future and lady luck *raises tankard and expects you all to do the same* long may we all prosper (geek!) and it remains only for me to wish you all a very good night and may your dreams be great.
big kiss, big hug x
p.s. yes I'm quite drunk
Today I've been indulging my mothers every whim, it was her birthday on Friday and she had a party today, so may I present Monsieur le Dishwasher/Barman extraordinaire. C'est moi!
Bless her. The guests comprised her work colleagues, her art class compadres, some of my fathers colleagues (albeit a select few!), myself (of course) and her ironing lady. Altogether a potentially lethal social hand grenade of class, culture and family (they're the worst), which somehow transcended the social boundaries and detonated, in the ether, away from all the frivolities causing no harm whatsoever.
Someone should have called the fire brigade because we were getting on so incredibly well. Eventually the guests left, in dribs and drabs, and there were but a few of us left.
One of us took it upon himself to get the bus home (despite being completely inebriated and having no idea as to bus scheduling) and we've yet to hear from him but he is a legend so expect a story sometime soon.
My father, despite regaining control of the wagon, was given brief respite by my mum (after nine months of awesomeness) and hence hit the hay early after too much vino rosso (old habits etc..).
Suffice it to say we'll all be paying for it in the morning.
On a more personal note I'm proud of my old man for maintaining his resolve for so long. Events such as this are annular at best so keep on keepin' on mate we're all behind you.
At the end of it all I'm the last man standing (big change there!) so here's to the future and lady luck *raises tankard and expects you all to do the same* long may we all prosper (geek!) and it remains only for me to wish you all a very good night and may your dreams be great.
big kiss, big hug x
p.s. yes I'm quite drunk
Sounds like you had a wicked time and I really hope the hangover isn't too painful.
K
x