Some of the girls who make sure we are all cared for and that the medical centre runs like clockwork came here on Saturday night for a wee aperitif and bread stick before we went off to Portrush. Cathy, Colette and Paula (see how I do alphabetical order?) are great gals. They are as mad as hatters which is a big plus for me. The rascals brought me gifts and probably had medication on hand in case I went all NumptyNuts on them. They are bad to the bone … that is the loving bone.
We had a great time chatting and telling the tales of our previous outings. It seems they may be barred from the Redcastle Hotel in Donegal. Why? I hear you ask. Never a good idea to ask because I am going to tell you and therapy is the next step.
So they go to Donegal for a girl’s spa treat and overnight stay at said hostelry. They stop in Muff or Moville for lunch (I can’t recall which because they were all telling the tale at once). Then onwards they go to Redcastle. It seems the revolving door of the hotel was a baffle to Cathy and Valerie was giggling so hard she infected Cathy and she started super giggling and then fell on her pink wheelie bag and carrier and squished the cranberry juice all over the carpet. Colette was not best pleased. Just call her bossy boots with a heart of gold. So there I was thinking I was bad and I find out I am a novice.
So off to the Port and Rogues we go to meet Shelley and Valerie. The Numpty’s wait outside the Harbour Bar for me and Cathy (aka Mary Poppins) puts the brolly up and near takes Cols eye out. So Bossy Boots realises it isn’t fully extended (don’t go there freaks) and she puts it up. Well! All I can say is thankfully there wasn’t a north easterly blowing because CMac would have been blown out to sea. Not a good idea to need to launch the lifeboat on a girl’s night out. Next time guys. There’s sure to be one. Anyway, we had an even better time with music and dancing at Rogues. How appropriate!
I laughed until I thought I was going to croak. Thankfully Valerie is a well-trained nurse and was on hand to give me first aid if need be. As I was telling Lolly it was touch and go at times.
We tried to get Valerie to give me a consultation in the ladies. It was to look at my damaged leg but us baddies decided earlier to be naughty (as you do when the drinks in and the wits are out).
Colette and Paula hoisted me up and we got one leg wedged in each sink. Not easy believe me. Valerie is no dozer and she knew better than to fall for it. Julie Ann came in and near dropped. She and I played a game of pool that lasted for ever. The cue is much too long and hits off the bar and the wall. We persevered between smoke breaks (not me. I gave it up in 1992). It went to the wire and I fluked the last shot, after giving away two shots at every turn round. I was a wee bit pleased. Just call me champ. Not the potato dish peeps; the award winning one.
Meanwhile back at the loo. I had to be pried off the sinks. Always dignified when I’m out. NOT!
I told the girlfiends I was going to write up our night out and expose the things some of them get up to but you know what? I can’t remember everything yet. I may never do!
That happened on a brilliant night out in Malia, Crete. I danced the night away and then had to be carried by the long suffering Tiger to the taxi rank. Don’t remember anything after dinner except for being on the dance floor. He put me to bed. He could have hung me on the washing line and I’d have been none the wiser.
He mopped us Numpty’s up on Saturday night and took us home. The shower had leaked in the bathroom and when I went in to wash the slap off and brush my teeth I skidded and took a header. Hit the good bad knee. Only I could do that. The whole shower door needs resealed. The floor is a death trap when wet so it is time to get a rubber ring.
What more can I say? I good night was had by all and we have the bruises to prove it. MMx
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