Ok so I’ve proven my utter ineptitude at a daily blog. This is related to the reason I only have certain types of houseplants in the home - I’ve killed all the ones that require any consistency in their care. Saturday was spent in a zombified state until about 4pm, by which time it was far too late to get to the bank or post office. A few hours on the life laundry then into town for Lossie & Gareth’s part of the Dance Week celebrations: salsa in an open-sided marquee in the town centre. By late evening there was no shortage of fascinated drunkards, some of whom joined in. The guys invariably got kicked off by the bouncers while the girls were left to dance round their handbags. Unfair!
After the dancing the best hen party I’ve ever seen came out of the nearby Mana restaurant and swarmed into the street. There must’ve been over 20 of them, all in their early twenties, and wearing hula skirts, flip flops and flowers in their hair. They somehow managed to carry off being utterly pizzled without losing (too much of) their ladylike poise. Two guys on motorbikes were descended upon. They obligingly revved their engines and got a chorus of “woo!” from the gels. Then the girls discovered the marquee and annexed it. First a couple of them, then a dozen, then what seemed like 60 of them… no there must’ve been less than 35… we left them chanting
“we are the huuuu-la girls
we wear our haaaair in curls
la la la BOOM sha-la
la la la BOOM sha-la
la la la BOOM sha-la
la la la BOOM sha-la
la la la BOOM sha-la
la la la BOOM sha-la…”
I think I got the words right…