Mar 25 2008
The Bits I Forgotted
Okay, well, there was an abundance of alcohol consumed on Saturday night. So I can be forgiven for forgetting to tell the story of the yellow balloons.
Like the star that led the wise men to the manger that fateful night, Elly provided us not-so-wise men with some bright yellow helium balloons to guide our way. As analogies go, that one is a stretch.
As the evening progressed and cream eggs were violated, the balloons took centre stage (or centre table at least). It was inevitable that they would go walkies. The first was pilfered by Elly herself, and seeing as she was the one to provide the I guess we can’t be too judgmental. It was much much later, as Ben and I were being gently ushered from the building, that we noticed something lurking in the distance…
Our anger got the better of us and we had to confront these balloon thieves. It wasn’t pretty…
Then, Ben tried to steal their shoes in retaliation…
In his defense, they were just the right shoes for him. He has problems telling his left from his right…
Oh I timed my leaving very well ๐ Oh and it was me who attached the balloon to elly as she was leaving to her handbag ๐
Laura, there’s a rather drunken looking picture of you and Sam which I refrained from posting. Did I do the right thing, I wonder?
Thank you Laura! I was about to come on and proclaim my innocence in balloon stealing matters!
The balloon made it home and acted very strangely. It floated around the ceiling watching the grand prix the next morning. We headed off to Laois for the afternoon and came home to find it floating around at chest height.
Typically I ignored the balloon and got on with catching up on feeds – I never saw it sneaking up on me (possibly aided by George) and nearly lept out of my skin when the string brushed my temple – looked up and thought the aliens were coming!
๐ Classic. Dammit, can’t believe I missed that.
Good times, happy times.
Had some surreal coversation with the bar man. What a racist he turned out to be!
The amazement out of the two lads, “oh my god you have a website named after you…”
I’d forgotten that! They were truly amazed. I must be famous or something!!!