The Beginning of May. A great way to start a month is a Stag and Hens do. Kylie and Jon are getting married on the 29th and a month was considered enough time to recover from such an event.
The Grail household owns but one camera and Gail kept it for the night to take girly pictures, which in all events was probably just as well as the boys night out involved lots of boring places where drinks were sold, and a pub with good food and wine, and places where drinks were sold.
The girls had actually organised an evening. It started with a home cleansing and make over experience involving road base tar.
And wine guessing games
and snacks
before going to a class cocktail bar with a fancy aquarium as the bar.
and some nice food in a Thai fashion
And then the boys met the girls on a corner somewhere and we all went on a further rampage through the hotels and streets of Manchester.
Before we all ended up back at Jon and Kylie's flat in Didsbury by pre booked cabs and continued to party, drink some of Jon's lethal cocktails, finish off the girl's wine tasting bottles and generally have lots of meaningless chat and a little bit more of fun.
Until it was all too much and the bride-to-be collapsed on the over here if you've had enough sofa.
I apologise if the details of the evening are scarce and the information on events of the night somewhat less than expansive. We did have a really good time, stayed in a nice room in the hotel next door to their flat which had a spa bath, and which I recall we took late night advantage of, just Gail and I not the whole party. It is the earlier detail of the night I am rather shy on, not because it was raunchy or illicit, not at all, very grown up in fact, I was fine right up until the double margharitas, the sambucca and the irish whiskeys, trouble is, I can't quite recall what order they happened in either.... must have been the ale and wine that did that to me.
Anyway a good time and a fitting and enjoyable Stag night with nothing to be ashamed about . That I can remember.
We headed home the next day after a slow awakenning and a big hotel breakfast with ordinary coffee.
Gail took this shot of a van travelling with us on the motorway, thought it cute. In a northern sort of way.
