Reeves Leave

This week I have mostly been recovering from saying goodbye to the Reeves as they headed out to take up residence in Japan. The long series of farewells hit an alcoholic crescendo last Friday, on the eve of the eve of their departure. Andy Reeve had had a particularly busy day at Boat Quay and staggered off giggling to himself around midnight, perhaps a result of drinking a particularly large flaming Lamborghini.
Soon after the crowd began to disperse leaving myself, Nic Reeve, Elliott and our token Singaporean; Gloria to our own devices with the challenge of ensuring Nic had a last night that she would either want to forget or remember. We chose to do a pub crawl of seedy bars at Boat Quay but possibly due to the a lack of imagination or plain laziness this just meant walking around the corner to Molly Malones, acquiring a jug of marguerita along the way.
This was probably where things started to go a little awry, Elliott started playing a game with a couple of barflies that involved throwing a coaster at the bar and whatever bottle you hit you had to take a shot of. After we told him his drinking buddies were wankers he poured their drinks on the bar while they were in the toilet and we ran out Molly's like the tough little teenagers we were behaving like. Sans Elliott's laptop, but that wasn't quite apparent until the following day.
So after a little bit of procrastination we arrived at Attica, a place supposedly full of the chic and beautiful set. This obviously didn't include us, and the chic and beautiful readings were on the slide after we dropped in. The sensational dance floor moves suggested social skills and motor coordination had taken a hammering, but the signal to leave for me was when the bouncer asked Elliott to get off the podium and to put his shirt back on.
Flopped home around 4:00 and in an effort to be considerate to Emma I sent myself to the blue room, which is where she found me on the way to gym at 8:00 lying in around 4 litres of sweat having forgotten to turn the aircon on. Two hours later I found myself wandering around the supermarket with Reidy trying to sort out stuff for a BBQ to finally say goodbye to the Reeves. Two hours later again I had to have a little lie down after ambitiously attempting to peel 1.5 Kg of prawns with what was now a filthy hangover.
Turns out I wasn't alone, Andy could not drink anything at all, Nic spoke in a whisper all day and only half finished her one wine, Elliott was alternating beer with cordial and was very scared about having to go back to Molly's to pick up his laptop. Then there was Gloria, breezed in bright as a button, after having just woken up at 2:30 that afternoon.
So the farewell festival is finally over and they are now in Tokyo and we will all be sleeping a little better and drinking a little less for a while, at least until Elliott gets back from the UK.