The agony of setting off with a wee hangover
Trip Start Jun 22, 2006
21Trip End Jul 12, 2006
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The hike, by the end, was quite taxing on my knee and I was literally grimacing and grinding my teeth due to the pain. We arrived at Camp at about 3:30-4:00 and cleaned ourselves up. The blokes were supposed to meet us at 7 PM at Ashe's Pub. Pauline, our extremely kind and gracious hostess at the B&B, brought me ice for my swollen knee as well as a pot of tea with cheese scones
A second round of shots was ordered, much to my disgust, and then Rebecca accidentally broke her shot glass, spilling its contents over the table. It was purely an accident and not due to her general state of sobriety for there was little room to manoever in the wee pub and the table was a little lop-sided. I generously gave my shot of licorice-laced poison (tee hee) to Rebecca and requested a shot of whiskey to replace it. However, the publican point blank refused to serve our table any more shots saying we'd had enough. Humpf. This served to royally tick us off and we took our patronage elsewhere to another pub in the village run by an interesting fella name Mike
After our pleasant sojourn to the Riverside Inn, we ventured back to upper Camp to continue our revilry at Ashe's Bar. It's kind of a blur to me now - there came a point when I decided I had had enough and planned to turn in. Shane, being the consummate gentleman that he was, walked me back to my B&B, and I had resolved that the night would end there & then but his eager sweet kisses made me weak in the knees and...errr...other places....so all of my resolve flew over the hedge and down the country lane and I invited him into my room for further "chatting". Things were swimming along pleasantly for a while when all of a sudden, the doorbell rang to the B&B and I realized that Rebecca was locked out. I quickly rearranged my blouse, cough cough, and hurried to let her in. Too late!! Pauline and her paternalistic bully of a husband were up as well and lickedy split realized that if Rebecca was the one being let in, that the voices coming from our room belonged to at least one stranger. Pauline's husband bellowed, "Have you got a man in yer room??!!!" and I, being a poor liar, sheepishly started apologizing and with my tail between my legs, led Shane out of the B&B
I was offended by the treatment I'd received so I decided not to spend the night there. Rebecca slept in the place for which we'd paid and I ended up crashing in Dave's car, alongside Dave & Shane. That's right - it was me and two guys sleeping in a car as if I was a 16-year-old teenager who'd stayed out after curfew and was forced to sleep elsewhere in order to avoid the fury of a conservative wrathful father. Too rich and oh-so-ironic!!!