Weekend madness

It's Sunday evening and we're back from our weekend at the beach. It was eventful to say the least given that one of the gang spent Saturday worried that her husband might be dead in a ditch somewhere in the north of the country. Luckily, while details are still hazy, it turns out that he is alive and well if somewhat hungover but will probably be lucky to escape with all his limbs once he is reunited with his wife this evening. Oh to be a fly on a wall for that one!

The relief that he was ok sent a moderately tipsy group of people down into a spiral of merry making that was quite impressive. Highlights that stand out in my head include:

- thoughts on the secret lives of lesbian dragonflies;
- hiding the tequila bottle;
- making H apologise for accusing the Irish crew of hiding the tequila and then making her apologise for 800 years of oppression while she was at it because when you have someone on a roll you might as well run with it;
- threatening to surgically attach foam floats to to any drunk person who went near the pool in that state;
- a rousing rendition of Three Blind Mice, done in the style of Vietnamese school children as experienced by H. This means not finishing the ends of any words apparently and is hysterically funny at midnight and two bottles of wine later.
- scaring the late arriving and sober guests;
- and last but not least watching the amazing stars which you only see in such detail far far away from any city lights. Simply stunning.