Wow! That was the wildest dinner party I've held for a while!
My two extra guests only stayed for champagne, margaritas and 'pickies', having to head off back to Brisbane to share farewell drinks with a friend who is leaving for Christchurch, New Zealand.
The party kicked off with a huge bang right from the beginning...5.30pm...everyone was in party mode. This morning my cabin looks like Cyclone Larry or Hurricane Katrina went through it! And I'm sure my appearance matches it! By midnight everyone, fearful of turning into pumpkins, departed the scene of destruction! I took one brief look at the debris and repeating the words of Scarlet O'Hara..."Tomorrow is another day", I threw myself into bed, pulling the covers over my head.
What a crazy, fun-filled evening it was! A noisy, boisterous bunch of revelers were we. The laughter, rowdy debates and general mayhem continued from drinks outside on the deck to around the dinner table. At one stage, I put on the soundtrack music from Michael Flatley's original "Riverdance". Lyndall and I performed a "Kath & Kim's" version of Irish dancing! I wish someone had filmed it. We could make a career out of this....not!
My landlords can't complain about the pandemonium as they were amongst the rowdiest! Fortunately, they could walk/stagger home. I think they made it back to their house, but as I've not yet checked, they may be floating in the pond between me and "The Manor"! My other guests live just around the corner not far from me and if they got into strife, Peter, the husband of Lyndall, is a barrister so he can bail himself out of prison! As for me, the cats aren't talking to me. They're an anti-social pair! They hate it when I have visitors and high-tail it to the nearest hiding spot, only to re-appear again when everyone has left.
So we celebrated St. Paddy's Day in flying colours! He would have been proud! It was a great evening and a wonderful time was had by all.
First, I'm going to read the Sunday paper, check to see if I won the Lotto and if I did, I'm going to hire a maid to come and clean up all this mess! Needless to say, it will be me who will being tackling the battlefield. By the look of the dishevelment, it may take me a week!
I've been to Bedlam and back again and can even spell its name!