Saturday, 26 September 2015

The 20 foot woman


As I mentioned yesterday, we travelled up north for Kelly's mum Julie's birthday, and last night was her surprise party. Her family had done a really good job of keeping the whole thing a huge secret, and she was so shocked when she walked in at about 7.30 and we all set party poppers off.


Us girls got the party going by hitting the dancefloor early on to dance to some disco classics, before devouring the buffet food - the chocolate cake was amazing.


Of course we also had to take the opportunity to get some photos when we were all together...


The rest of the evening was spent dancing the night away, to classics like 5, 6, 7, 8 and the Macarena, as well as Dancing In The Moonlight and (I've Had) The Time of My Life. Ashling and I had to pull out our Dirty Dancing move where I held her up in the air, of course (although we didn't quite manage the lifting part).


I had a really great night with a lovely group of people, and I'm so glad that Julie enjoyed her party.


The title of this post, if you're wondering, was because Kelly kept going on about a 20 foot woman's grave that she apparently saw in Ireland. It turned out that the woman was in fact 7 foot and was dubbed 'the long woman' because of this - not quite the impressive 20 foot that Kelly made her out to be... Interesting story, and we learnt something new, if anything.

Today has been spent wandering around Whitby, but I'm going to put the photos up of that tomorrow, so that this post isn't too long!
People underestimate their capacity for change. There is never a right time to do a difficult thing.
                - John Porter



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