Apologies to those of you who are ardently following our every move. My goal has been to post the happenings of our holiday here in Nice but it's quite difficult to stick to a rigorous posting schedule when you are the wife of the Last Man Standing. Yes, my husband seems to always be the Last Man Standing and in my efforts to be the wife of the Last Man Standing and to not appear to be the actual boring, non-drinker that I am, came in after 3am in the morning after having drank way to much. That wasn't such a great idea but my husband still came in later than me. We were up this morning at 9am to try and get our friends off to see lovely St Paul de Vence, hence any time that I've had to spare today has gone towards trying to catch up on sleep so blogging has fallen to the wayside...my sincerest apologies. It's nearly 1am in the morning and I'm one of the few that has come home a bit early tonight and I'm determined to get a few bits of intel off to you all.
So here's yesterday's story....
I last left off as we were heading out to the Havana Club where we had a lovely meal with dancing to follow.
What a lovely group we are!
For those of you who know David, it often takes a bit of encouragement to get him on the dance floor but after a few drinks. he quite happily gets into the groove. He won't know I've posted this one for a while so view this before he makes me take it off!
Apologies for sideways video...and many thanks to Elaine Allison for inspiring my husband to dance!
At our table
The night was a blur...literally!
Denis out for a drink and a dance with David and Sophie
Had to throw myself in there as well!
Sophie drew a lot of attention from the local men and this mama bear was not amused. They might have actually been really lovely people (or maybe not) but I found my maternal instincts roaring when they tried to grab Soph for a dance. Many a hand was slapped (sorry guys) and, if I recall correctly, my exact phrasing was 'Oh, hell no! She's my daughter!' And they kept on trying and I kept on beating them down!
Sophie with Hels in the background and one of the creepy guys!
David giving Becks a hug.
The Evans' were amazing...being the parents of 8 month old lovely Carys and having arrived at the hotel at nearly 12.30am still rallied and came out to the bar! CHAMPIONS!!!!!
Becks, Hels, David and Pete
The story doesn't quite end here. As Sophie and I were tucking ourselves away in our beds that night around 2.45am, Last Man Standing came back to the room and said we were invited for a wee night cap in the Evans' room. Remember, that I'm trying to uphold a certain reputation being the wife of the the Last Man Standing and so my obligation to my husband came before my need for sleep and we trundled along the hotel corridors in our pyjamas for another nip before bedtime. I won't comment on the conversation (don't ask) but eventually Sophie and I tuckered out and went to bed with Last Man Standing eventually getting back to the room.
After a few hours of sleep and after having imbibed way too much (WAY WAY too much for LMS), we were up and getting ready in order to get downstairs and meet with our friends but not until after I was able to get this shot of the aftermath...David on the morning of his 50th Birthday!
Even though he wasn't in tip top shape, LMS pulled himself together and made it (barely) to St Paul de Vence. More to come on our group excursion!
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