After this evening of unprecedented craziness, all walked back to the hotel,
and sat down for a bit. George had silver glitter sprayed all over her
belongings, which amused her slightly. Edd and Mogoot announce that they were
very tired, too tired to hack anything else, and so went to bed. However the
evening was only beginning for George, Saz and Emma. We set off for the
Disney Village but upon arrival were disappointed to see that it was almost
dead, as being a Sunday night, most of the attractions were closed. An
unsuccessful attempt followed to enter the nightclub "Hurricanes" and so,
completely hacked off, we walked down to Annets, the icecream parlour. This
was also shut but photos were taken of the cars which were parked outside.
Then Emma decided that the ESSO garage might be open, so we left the Village
and walked, laughing, to the outskirts of the Park and found the garage. We
had to order things through the window, and as George was trying to tell the
attendant that she didn't want any antifreeze for her car, just a cheeze
sandwich s'il vous plait, a gang of completely hammered French drove up and
butted into the queue. We tried to teach them English for "Bonjour" but they
decided that it was "Goodbye". After ordering about 6 packets of fags each,
they roared off in a prehistoric Vauxhall astra.
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Wandering back along the sandy paths of Santa Fe, Emma encountered a lone
buggage (baggage) trolley and decided to return it to it's home. But not
without making Saz sit on the front, and pushing her along the path leading
through the hotel complex, and waking up everyone within a ten-mile radius of
them. Deciding that they couldn't be bothered to return it to it's correct
trolley park, they blatantly abducted it and pushed through the doors of the
hotel and into the lift. The maximum load space in the lift was for 13
people- but we were 3 people and a buggage trolley, and a "Rainforest Cafe"
balloon, with a frog on it. Squeezing into the lift we suddenly decided that
the balloon would make an ideal present for our crazy but comedy friend
Jamie, AKA "Jim Jams" etc...So George said that she would take it back for
him, it would be a challenge, like in some of those naff TV programs where
people have to transport irrelevant crap from place to place- enough on that!
Having reached the 1st floor, we raced out of the lift, Emma pushing the
trolley, with the balloon's plastic holder in her mouth, Saz sitting on the
trolley, and George running frantically behind. (George had repeatedly told
them that they'd had too much to drink- but they hadn't listened.) On
reaching the room, Saz almost wet herself as the balloon was squeezed against
the wall, making a very dodgy noise. Emma was restrained from laughing out l
oud and finally all, including buggage trolley, were in the hotel room. We
were absoloutly trolleyed, so to speak.The spiritual Mark was there to greet
them, and arranging theselves on the bed, with trolley, they posed for a
photo, taken by Mark himself.
We then had a midnight feast, with rolls, bagettes, iced water etc and
decided to scare the boys in the morning with the trolley. Needless to say we
were absoloutly knackered but went to bed, at the usual time, 2.00 am.
OK TO READ ON NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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