one long party...

I have survived the weekend. Its a miracle! Friday morning at 5.10 AM we were queueing up with the kid to check her in. Her flight was at 7.10 and the queues were mad. We had been warned that they would be long, but at that hour of the morning we thought maybe they wouldn't be so bad.

Once she was safely through the departure gates, we headed straight home and back to bed. I had planned ahead and booked the full day off, unfortunately, Mammy2's boss is a tool and didn't allow her the leave. We slept until about 10 when she had to head into work.

I decided the dead armadillo on my head would need to be removed and popped into the hairdressers on the quays, Just Cutz I think it's called. I had thought because my hair was short and all I needed was a trim, it wouldn't take too long but no, the lovely lady who did my hair would have stayed all day styling it only for I threw a couple of glances at the clock. I'm not sure what nationality she was, and at the start I was dreading to see what hair style I would end up with.

She was doing mad stuff to it, but I was happy enough with the result. She mentioned gel and I leapt out of the chair. There was no need for throwing that threat in. If she got started on the gel it would be all downhill.

Once Mammy2 finished work, we got the Luas out to Tallaght to meet up with a mate S, who was driving us to Waterford for the opening of a new club.

The girl is mad and her driving is interesting to say the least! I'm a nervous passenger at the best of times, but lordy bless in the front of this girl's car, it was white knuckles all the way.

We got down there around 6.15, which wasn't too bad considering it was a bank holiday etc. S regaled us with tales of her summers spent in Waterford when she wasn't much bigger then a bar stool. Totem poles, dead relatives and houses that passed for castles.

Once down there, a quick trip to the off licence and picked up another mate sgf, and we were on our way to the Travel Lodge. The lovely woman at reception thought we were a hen night.
7 lesbians and one man, yes, that's what we were.

S was stressing out because she had arranged to meet a girl and she was running late. By 8 o'clock she was running out of the travel lodge with a glass of wine in one hand and her handbag in the other. The rest of us got ready and met her after an hour.

There was a good gang of us, 8 in all. The night was great, but seeing as myself and Mammy2 are not big nightclub fans we stayed for a while as a token and then left around 1.
The music was too loud, etc. Yes, we are that old. We got to meet a good few of the folks who refrequent my site, angrpotato.net. It was great to put faces to the names and they
are all lovely, the Cork crowd were mad.

The following morning, awoken with one of the worst headaches I have had in a while, medication was needed and fast.

Mammy2 was also suffering, so we headed in search of anything that passed as a tablet and could cure the thumping headache that was developing. Considering we had to head out again last night, a hangover was not an option.

After getting some soft drink and nerofen into me, I felt slightly more human. We knocked into S's room and there was a strange man on the couch?! There were half empty bottles of wine and beer everywhere.
I was interested to see how we'd get on heading back to Dublin with S at the wheel.

Breakfast in a local pub and we were on the road to Dublin around 2. We made in one piece, even though S insisted on looping around a roundabout about 6 times.
Back up here, some shopping and sleep and back out to Gubu for our first offical aP meet. It was good crack, there were a good few peeps out. I was fading fast though, having had little sleep the night before, the previous nights activities were catching up on me.

Onto O'Neill's on Suffolk Street to meet Mammy2's parents for a few drinks and I was wrecked.
Hence sleeping until 5 today. I was supposed to head onto Kiss, a nightclub last night, but I had just about enough energy to put my pyjamas on so there was no way I was going anywhere.

Picked the kid up from the airport tonight and she's happy enough to be back. No mention of us all moving to Holland yet, this may come.
She was staying with the boyf and his family and she got on famously with them.
The next day will be spent finishing the infamous art project, and thank god, handing it up on Tuesday. That will the last we'll see of it.

She's given up on the idea of being a rocker, she wants to be a hippie now?! If this involves an entire wardrobe change she can forget about it.