I suppose you're keen to find out what happened at last night's birthday meal? Well, let me say that I took a day's sick leave today to recover and it's the first and indeed the last time I ever take a day off to nurse a hangover.
Father drove myself, Mother, Auntie and cousin Eleanor in the new 7 seat Hyuandai car (complete with leather seats!) and we arrived at the Bienvida restaurant in good time. We were met by my friend Emma and her sister Fiona, so a girlie night out for all of us. Now, I don't know if you've ever been to the Bienvida but it's a bit like stepping back in time, there's anagylipa wallpaper adorning the walls, thick dralon curtains, peach tablecloths and napkins folded in various formations. The waiters were attentive and the set menu very reasonable.
We ordered the 'Thursday Thriller' which consisted of a choice of soups or prawn cocktail for starter, lamb, steak or vegetable medley for main and a selection of desserts from the sweet trolley to follow - all this for the princely sum of £12.99 per person! We also purchased two bottles of wine for the table, one white, one red. It didn't take long before cousin Eleanor was guzzling back the wine and laughing like a drain - I exchanged some fierce looks with Emma, she's well aware of Eleanor's past history, especially the 'Christmas Fiasco'.
The conversation at the table was lively - we discussed whether Gordon Brown enjoys collecting stamps and the legacy of the credit crunch, however this free and easy ambiance wasn't enough for Eleanor who'd ordered another bottle of wine, much to the disgust of Mother. Eleanor then proceeded to go to the bar and order a few additional drinks, a pitcher of strange coloured liquid and some 'shots'.
Now the rest of the evening was a bit of a blur - I do recall pinching a waiter's behind and singing 'I will survive' at the top of my voice. Emma also left at some point after being rather shocked by the amount of alcohol which had been imbibed. I think I had a conversation about Mr A with Eleanor at some point because she asked me if he was a good kisser and I replied that I wouldn't know if he was or not! She then decided to start singing 'Like A Virgin' at full volume until Mother silenced her with a rather barbed comment which I'm loathe to repeat.
The next thing I remember was being put to bed and the room spinning....
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