since the next day,the monday (today) was a bank holiday, my gorgeous friends decided its time for a get together barbeque. cheryl offered her place,so we went.
adrian was tasked as the punch maker. so we had to get there earlier than everyone.
when we arrived, the host said, they lack some of the ingredients that adrian asked. so i offered to go to the shops and get the liquor.
when i got back. i was told the punch Adrian made, was so good, they needed more brandy for a second batch they were making.
adrian suggested,instead of buying more, i had to drive home again, and get some brandy Adrian stocked at home which were gathering cobwebs as he wasnt using it.
by 5:30 the gorgeous ones started to arrive. we ate,talked,ate and talked.
after having a long time sat in the garden chatting away and updating one another about each one's lives..by 1am, the music cranked up and we ended dancing to whitney houston's "i wanna dance with somebody", madonna's "papa dont preach", michael jackson's "billy jean" , taio cruz's "dynamite"..and many more i could not recall.
its funny how people forget boundaries and their professional selves when they're drunk. at least they forget about it the next day. ( three of the women cried in the group and one just fed the dog salad and spicy mussaman beef curry)
while i (the only sober one) probably need some therapy for the trauma.
(im still trying to repress memories of my friends trying to recreate "the time of my life" dirty dancing movie scene where patrick swayze trying to catch a flying Jenifier Gray in his hands, unsuccessfully).