What a mess

After yet another guest dinner (what a treat!) I had already consumed a fair amount of wine and I was happily sitting watching Johnny waterfront playing his guitar for the evening entertainments. In a weird twist of fate, one of the strings on his guitar broke (the G string, no lie) so we were forced to create our own amusement. WHY? For some reason I fancied a shot and I was accompanied with this BAD decision by Laura from the restaurant and Rob Nightwatch. It started with a B52 and continued on down the menu until we had completed the whole thing! Few and the brave would engage in such an activity! I'll admit the last shot, a pleasantly and appropriately named 'Flatliner', did ruin my life. I think I spat it out and then ran round the bar in an attempt to find water to get some respite from the burning of the stupid tabasco sauce, and I placed my head under the tap which the bar staff found particularly amusing. Then I think some clever person suggested that it was time to go home, which involved being escorted by Nicola and Jon Bond (waterfront) making brief stops on all fours to regain my composure as I made it back to the chalets. The rest...is a mess. Both Laura and myself were violently sick, which of course with my OCD habit I cleaned up immediately, and woke up pretty much everyone. Err..and I believe Nicola had to wash my hair. Good girl! So to sum up, it was a task that needed to be done, but I will never ever repeat. You proud of your daughter Marge and Pete?