Friday was Trish's 50's themed birthday party! (Trish is Lee's wife, who is Keith's brother). We woke up around 9-ish, which was pretty good considering we hadn't gone to bed until 3. Andy, Liz, and I couldn't get motivated so early though, so we watched Talladega Nights (what else?) before we finally decided to start moving. Liz cooked breakfast (eggs, bacon, the usual) for herself and Andy, and I had a banana. You know me - no salt in the morning! Anyway Beth and Keith woke up soon after we were done with breakfast, and Keith decided the best cure for the current day's hangover was a few pies. Side note - pies here aren't like apple pies, they're filled with chicken or steak and sauces and spices instead of sweet stuff.
After breakfast we all started making rounds in the shower. With 5 people trying to get ready at the same time, the house was quite chaotic. Hair gettin curled, nails gettin painted, lipstick gettin slicked on...it's all a big blur of zippers and gorgeousness, really. So three hours later, we're all dolled up and ready to roll. Beth, Keith, and Andy leave to pick up Keith's other brother Chris and head off to Carnwath (the wee town where the party was). Liz and I waited a half hour or so until Ryan (Beth and Keith's old roommate) picked us up. Can I just mention that it wasn't exactly easy to get in the backseat of a car with a skin-tight dress and 6 inch heels on, in any sort of form resembling a lady?? Not that I'm the most lady-like of women anyway, but I figured that since I was dressed the part I might as well try it out for a night.
So after an hour's ride of near-death turns at 95 mph through the gorgeous Scottish countryside, we finally arrived at Carnwath. Ryan parked the car and said the pub was a quick stroll from the parking lot. "Quick stroll" is obviously a relative term, and one that Liz and I should have made Ryan specify. Twenty minutes and four blisters later, we rolled up to the Wee Bush - seriously, that's the name of the pub. We were immediately handed drinks, and the party was already in full swing! There was Hugh Hefner and a playboy bunny (who happened to be a full-grown man, with chest hair hanging out of the top of the costume, was carrying a purse, and even drinking a Smirnoff Ice! that guy was dedicated!!). Sandy from Grease, the Blues Brothers, and a few poodle skirts were there. Even The Lone Ranger and Tonto showed up. Beth was a 50's housewife, complete with gloves, apron, feather duster, and a bottle of Prozac!
Keith copped out and put on an ugly brown shirt with a button that said "I'm 60 Today". Liz was Elizabeth Taylor (of course) and I was Grace Kelly. Beth let me borrow the faux fur she wore on her wedding day, and I had on gloves and my great-grandma's pearls, so I felt very posh and sophisticated. It didn't take long, though, for me to somehow accrue tiny bits of everyone else's costumes.
After about 5 beers and 3 amarettos, I was feeling pretty good. There was lots of dancing and talking and laughing and drinking and smoking. I happened to drop my 6th beer on the floor right at the end of the party (probably had something to do with the first 5 beers, and maybe because I was backing it up on someone), but everyone was too drunk to care.
I had taken my shoes off pretty immediately after we arrived, so of course I stepped on a few shards. I was also too drunk to care about that, so I just kept dancing. The last song of the night was called "The Loch Lomond Song" which is a traditional Scottish song with bagpipes and a rousing chorus, and we all stood in a big circle singing and swaying.... pretty great ending for a party!!
We then all stumbled back to Lee and Trish's house, where we continued to drink and talk and laugh and smoke. Night #2 of not crawling into bed until the sun came up!
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