Last night was one of the first of many goodbye to Leesa kind've nights. It was brilliant. If ever I realised I needed to lose weight it was when I saw the photos this morning but feck it. My biggest concern right now is my ever so slightly throbbing head. Turns out that tequilla can give me a hangover. I thought I only really drank 4 drinks but then I remembered that I kept topping up with neat tequilla??? Ugh. I'm too, ahem, old for hangovers. Esp. the ones that have you lying in bed in the morning thinking 'am I really going to throw up or am I coming down with the flu?'. Hmm, either way it was a rocking night. I'll say more about Lee some other time . . . struggle to think about the big trip to Oz but oh, but how I love her. She is one of the most genuine, lovely, fun loving people I have ever had the good fortune to meet. As for Luke (who I learned everyone thought he was called Lick when he first came here - aged five with a thick ozzie accent) when he goes I really will cry, and he's off in a month. He is what I want my lads to grow up to be. Cool. Good looking and so kind hearted. I'm telling you, they'll be missed.
Enough of the maudlin. So, the night. We all got pissed except Emma (which she was very happy about) and Laura (but she smashed beer bottles so we don't believe her) and had a blast. Lots of tales of . . . can't tell ya and Fiona sang. Now I've heard Fiona sing and this doesn't do her justice but the girls got a voice. When I work out how to get the video of her on I will.
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