Let the Celebrations Begin!
We’re officially in the lead-up to Emma and
Florin’s wedding — or rather, their wedding
celebration! The two of them have actually been married for over two and a
half years, but they never had the chance to celebrate with family and friends.
That’s all about to change, and I think it’s a real testament to their love and
commitment that they want to do it all again — this time with witnesses! Not
every couple would bother.
To kick things off, the women of the Lynam clan
had a little get-together yesterday. As always, it began very civilised. We
headed to the Johnstown Estate for afternoon tea — mountains of sandwiches,
cakes, coffee and, of course, tea. Okay, there may have been even more copious
amounts of alcohol involved… but no pink cowboy hats or willy straws. We’re far
too classy for that. (Aren’t we?)
As the afternoon wore on, we may have hijacked the poor violinist and convinced him to play the wedding march — as you do.
After that, I ended up heading into town with the nieces, which gave me a flashback to the Operation Transformation days. They were a huge support to me back then. The crew thought the girls were around 16 or 17, and were gobsmacked when I told them they were in their late twenties. Ah yes, the curse of the Lynam women: looking ten years younger than you are. (If only!)
Next stop: Mullingar. First into Daly’s pub,
where the lovely barman gave us a card game that turned out to be a very
revealing round of Truth or Dare. Let’s just say… we all learned FAR too much
about each other. I still don’t understand why I was handed that particular card right away.
From there, it was on to Colombia (the pub — not the slightly dodgy South American country!). There, a group of fresh-faced lads had taken over the pool table. Okay, they weren’t really twelve, but I swear I have bras older than they were. Michelle was determined to play, and since it was doubles, she roped Emma in. The lads were clearly unimpressed that two “auld wans” were interrupting their game — right up until the girls cleared the table in no time.
(Important backstory: there used to be a
full-size pool table in the Lynam playroom, and those kids put in the hours
perfecting their game. Bad move, lads.)
The perfect end to the night came courtesy of
Marese, who kindly drove back into town to collect us. I won’t mention the fact
that, despite being stone-cold sober, she missed the Kinnegad slip road and we
had to go all the way to Enfield to turn back. Oops!
These are the times I truly treasure. I have
the best family and love them dearly.
And no — before you ask — I’m not still drunk. I’m writing this in the cold
light of day!
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