Surprises

On Saturday we took the bus to Navan. If you ask Himself, he will tell you it's not something you'd usually do on a Saturday afternoon. We had gotten an invite to a surprise 21st birthday, and decided to make a day of it. The journey to Navan is actually quite beautiful, all fields, little lambs and lovely houses.

Got there, I checked out the local Penneys and went on a major shopping spree (grand total €2,50; for 2 belts and a pair of gloves). We had pizzas and met up with the birthday boy afterwards.

He offered us a drink in his house, and cursed all the people who weren't coming to celebrate his big day. (Obviously we couldn't tell him the truth)

Went to town for pints and then came the time to go to the actual venue. And this is where the trouble started; He wouldn't go. It took some serious acting skills (Oscar -worthy material) to get there, people going to the "cash-machine" and to the "chipper's", but finally everyone was in the right place. Except for the main character of the evening, who had gotten as far as the door of the place, found an old schoolmate and decided to have a smoke. (Meanwhile everyone waits upstairs, frozen on the spot, waiting to shout "SURPRISE!")





All's well that ends well...
He arrived, got his presents (lots of drumsticks, go figure), blew the candles and gave a speech. His sisters had nicely put some pictures of him as a child on the walls, so there was entertainment as well. :)

( If someone threw me a surprise party, it would be: "SURP...! ...Where did she go?!", so fair play to Paul for behaving himself!)