The day of the Debs

The kid looked fab. She really scrubs up well ;) The boyf also look very smart. Yesterday was so stressful, had I known this in advance I would have taken the day off. Although the chance of that happening with the amount of work I should be doing would be slim and none. She was supposed to get hair extensions , she got them and said they were crap. We had already said to her that we wouldn't have the money to get the whole hair and makeup thingy done, but when the extensions weren't working, a phone call was made to Mammy2. Who was in the middle of grocery shopping. We both agreed seeing as it was her Debs and should get her hair done and if she got a decent quote she could. This was at 1.30 on the day of her Debs. I was the titch switch yesterday. Back and forth from Mammy2 to the kid, back to Mammy2 to enquire if she'd be home on time to give the kid the money to get her hair done. The kid was slowly losing it and I had to go to a meeting. I kept the phone on and hoped there would be no call. The brother decides to ring. Once the meeting is over, I rang the brother. He was putting some money into our account for the Debs and that he had told the kid there were terms and conditions. I waited with baited breath. The brother is not aware of the kid's ability to bring the plague and the black death upon your head depending on what you ask of her. He said, and wait for this, brave man, that she had to get a job and couldn't be relying on us all the time to support her. I nearly fell over. I wondered why I could hear the sound of O Fortuna. I thanked him for the money, asked how things were at home and then when I finished with him rang Mammy2. No answer, tried ringing the kid but she had finally managed to get a hair appointment and provided Mammy2 had made it back from shopping on time was probably enroute to getting her hair done. All quiet for about an hour when I get another phone call asking me when I'd be home. She was all dressed and ready to go at 4 o'clock. I explained that I couldn't leave before 5 but thankfully my boss is an understanding and family man and I got out of there at 4.45 and legged it home. 35435 pictures later in the apartment and the courtyard, the poor boyf has the patience of a saint, we head for Newgrange. Of course we get lost. AA route planner assumes local knowledge of the area. Silly AA.

Whilst driving around the wilds of Meath looking for newgrange, the boyf asked her to double check the name of the hotel. As it turns out the hotel was called Newgrange hotel, the location was Navan. A quick righthandbrake turn and we were on the road to Navan. Once in Navan, there was the fun of locating the street. As soon as we turned right off the main street we saw a number of stretch limos and knew we had the right place. She was very nervous but looking forward to it at the same time. The best mate K was still enroute having forgotten her tickets and her money, she had to go back to Ballymun to get them. We left them, caught the end of the rugby game in a random pub and headed on the road back to Dublin passing about 10 hummer limos. Think this.

I mean a limo, a white limo espeically is tacky but this? And supposedly they are over 1,000 to hire. Madness. We got home, had another few glasses of the bubbly we bought to celebrate with her and hit the sack. Around 5.30 they got home and sounded fairly sober. Well she did. He doesn't drink. Another reason we like him. He's a really nice guy. If only he wasn't having sex with my sister, he would be perfect. :)