10 Oct 2010
Hestia and The Hen Night (in numbers)
7.15pm - the time we had booked the taxi to take us to the Cocktail Bar in Glasgow city centre.
7.20pm - The time the other two reprobates FINALLY showed up.
7.30pm - We walk into the cocktail bar with me saying how I'd wanted to meet up with my old friends and GUESS WHO IS SITTING HAVING THEIR DINNER IN THE SAME RESTAURANT???? B&C!!!! The weirdness continued because apparently my name had just been uttered before I tottered towards them in the restaurant.
1 - the number of Cosmpolitan cocktails I had - I was going to be SENSIBLE tonight.
6 - The number of bottles of wine we had with dinner - two fizzy, four red. The idea of being sensible is long dead and I have confessed about having Kevin in my bread bin:
'So, you've got a shaun o pacalatte in your bread bin,' giggled M.
'Yer wee Kevin guy, he's a shaun o pacalatte,' repeats M taking, perhaps unwisely, yet another glass of red wine from our never ending supply of bottles.
'Pain au Chocolate,' I corrected before bursting into uncontrolled fits of laughter and had to be escorted to the toilet because I thought I'd honestly wet myself.
100% - mascara all over my face after laughing at the shaun o pacalatte spoonerism.
50% - dry knickers.
0 - number of brain cells fully engaged when deciding whether to go HOME TO BED or go on to the CASINO.
£30 - spent on betting chips in the casino.
4.00am - the time our £30 was finally removed from our sweaty little hands and we were poured into taxis home.
7am - when I looked at the clock and wondered whether I should just get up to be sick to get it over and done with.
8am - the time I had to rouse my exhausted body from bed and get ready to go to the venue with the bride.
1 - slice of toast to keep me going.
1 - number of times me and the mad woman from Kilmarnock got lost trying to find the Kilmarnock Road. Hint: It's so big you can see it from space.
10am - time we arrived at the venue, wearing shades and starting to shake a wee bit.
100% enthusiasm for the venue for the wedding in a fortnight's time. Gorgeous!
1 Blank stare given to us when we asked whether it was possible for us to buy breakfast......
0 - packets of crisps or sweeties in the car glove boxes....- we checked.
10.30 - the time I gave up trying to feel normal and confessed that I felt like total shit and needed to go home.
1 - Mad Woman From Kilmarnock who volunteered to drive me to Wemyss Bay (I loves her)
3 - scrambled egg rolls purchased from the ferry cafe.
1pm - time I rolled through the front door, dropped my case and headed quietly for the painkillers
24 - hours until we are in London. I sure hope I fecking feel better than this for our flight tomorrow at 10am. *help me face*
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