Retrospective 2

For New Years Eve, we were invited out to friends who we know through Chelsea Ballet. It was decided to be a 'posh' evening so I duly donned a dj (borrowed from my brother) and Claire and he girls put on a nice frocks. They all looked lovely. It ended up with about 10 of us, all staying the night so no problems with drink vs driving. I discovered a Cosmopolitan which comprised of vodka, triple sec and a hint of cranberry - yum! No-one got really drunk although the kareoke machine did get a bit of a hammering and I finally hit the sheets at about 3.15am. The following morning 'the 4 lads' (yes, I can do impersonations) went down the pub to watch the Chelsea vs Liverpool match as Barry is an avid fan. Yes, they were robbed and ended up losing.
We stayed there longer than anticipated (5 hours) and omitted to eat... As you have probably guessed, not a good combination with Gary and Barry ending up completely trollied. Claire collected us and on arriving back at the house, Barry disappeared into the Sauna swiftly losing conciousness and Gary soon made a swift, if unsteady exit into the back garden to eject excess alcohol via the facial orifice. Unfortunately this coincided with him losing control over his limbs, ending up lying in the mud and the aforementioned. I hauled him up, got him upstairs and left it to his girlfriend to clean him up and then also managed to get Barry out of the Sauna and up to his room to sleep it off. Never a dull moment. It only remained to gather up my brood and head for home ourselves. Roll on 2005.