||[May. 13th, 2009|09:06 pm]
Julia came down to my house on Friday night, arriving while I was busy with the blue-apron brigade in Henley-on-Thames in order to greet me when I got home.|
On Saturday afternoon, we went to stefzilla's house where celebrations were afoot in aid of both his birthday and jamesb's. This was all jolly good -- there was barbecue, there was beer, and there was a great deal of Wii-ing.
On Sunday we drove up to somewhere between Chester and Wrexham to find the Llyndir Hall Hotel, arriving at about half-three. We joined approximately a hundred mad Irish people hiding in wait for the arrival of Theresa and Michael (WANOLJ) in order to spring a surprise party for Theresa's sixtieth birthday. She arrived at around five and the drinking/singing/dancing and the telling of hugely-unlikely-but-nevertheless-true tales commenced twelve to fifteen seconds later. In traditional Irish Birthday Party fashion the party continued until about 3am, with the last person to retire being the birthday girl's 71-year-old sister. After breakfast (for which we were down in time, but which Theresa and Michael missed by three minutes) we were persuaded to go round to the eldest daughter's home the following day [Monday] for lunch, a meal which was served in several bottles and lasted until 9pm. We finally got home at about noon on Tueday, just barely twenty hours late.
There's lots more to tell about the people at Sunday/Monday's party, but the maximum size of an LJ post is insufficient to do it justice.
I wondered where it had gone. Glad to hear it was useful!
Well that would explain why I still can't get hold of Julia to give her her birthday pressie..!
Blue-assed flies have nothing on me - such a butterfly socialite! Would you be free sometime on Tuesday or Thursday next week for a get together? Lunch, cinema, dinner or sommat? (Not just to get a birthday pressie!) Are you going to Plokta?
yes! Um Tues next week, sure, shall we do something? Glad you got your horrible deadlines out the way.. :)
Of course, no party is complete without a trip to Casualty. Amanda (second-eldest of Mike & Theresa's off-spring) after a perhaps injudicious amount of tippling whilst wearing rather high heels and attempting a particularly active dosey-doe fell into the band. After initially thinking she was fine, she started to feel unwell (provoking younger sister, Samantha, to comment ascerbically that perhaps it was just the hangover setting in), and was carted off to hospital by a sister-in-law, only to discover that she has broken her wrist in 3 places. After 2 lots of surgery the family is still hoping that she will be able to join the rest of them on their family holiday in Barbado - they fly out en masse (16 of them) on Saturday. And yet another family legend is in the making.
Gosh, sounds like it's about the best birthday celebration that could ever be had. Minus the broken bones, of course. Why should any of us try to top that ever again???
And he didn't even mention that the reason Mike and Theresa were given for leaving their homes in posh clothes was that Samantha had won a chance to meet Steve "Interesting" Davies, he great hero, with 200 other winners at a reception in Sheffield, and was allowed to take them as she didn't have a partner. They were apparently just popping in to the hotel en route to see someone... Friends told the kids "no-one will believe that", yet M & T were completely fooled, M grumbling about how he didn't want to go to Sheffield for an evening, wouldn't get back till 2am, mutter-mutter...