The manageress of the hotel is moving on to pastures new.
As such, last week she had a leaving do with all the receptionists and I was asked if I’d like to go along too.
Well, it’s something to do, so why not?
I’m not one for drinking on a school night, so I agreed I’d go along just for a couple of hours.
A table had been booked at Prezzo’s, a local Italian restaurant, where we would be dining.
Now, I’m not a big wine drinker, but, it seems that young girls are, as more than a few bottles of rosé graced the table that evening… each one being drained dry before another was ordered.
After we’d eaten, I decided I’d best head back to my room, as I had an early start the following day and had already downed several glasses of pink vino. The girls were having none of it though and forced me to come with them for “at least one drink”. I agreed that I’d go along just for the one. In truth it wasn’t a hard decision as, out of uniform, they all looked rather splendid!
I thought we would be going onto a bar or a club, where I could have my one beer and then saunter off. But no. We ended up in a noncy cocktail bar where they all giggled and tittered, as each asked the other about their experiences of having Sex On The Beach.
I settled for a Black Russian.
He It was bloody huge and it took me about an hour to sip my way to the bottom of the glass.
Feeling a bit merry, I eventually rolled into bed at about 1.30am, having shown great willpower and tremendous strength of character to tear myself away from them, despite their protestations.
I awoke four and a half hours later with a bit of a head and a strong desire to go back to sleep, but I dragged myself out of bed, dressed and headed down to breakfast.
Sometimes a continental breakfast just doesn’t do what’s needed.