celebrations

Now, because blogger hasn't been working, you've all been deprived of hearing my news for the last week, it's an absolute CRIME, my deepest apologies. So, here's the long and short of it. Long AND short? (strange thing to say, surely it's either short, or it's long). Anyways.

There have been many reasons to celebrate.

Number one, it was

which meant the most incredible firework displays all over the Cote D'Azur (I took that photo, oh yes I did, how pretty)

it also meant people marching around in strange looking outfits, singing songs and being VERY French.

On top of it being Bastille Day, it was Owner Leaving Day. Oh yes, it's RAMADAN. They've all left for Oman and news is... they're not coming back till next season. Oh how I will miss them so.

So, to celebrate all this excitement, I decided to make a celebratory jar of lemon curd (yeah no comment thanks), and a pavlova and a few litres of punch whilst dancing around the kitchen, in my apron (amongst other items of clothing, calm down), singing at the top of my voice. A few glasses of punch turned into a few too many, followed by a brilliant idea of mine to practice my cocktail making skills, you know, for next season, so I made a few cosmopolitans, a sex on the beach, a martini, a captain's cocktail (for the captain, you know, gotta make a cocktail for the captain) and a deckhand delight, for the delightful deckhand.

Well it was all fun and games till I was as pissed as a squirrel (cos squirrels get pissed??) and no one else was, great, good show Cary. I was then asked, oh ... WHAT'S FOR DINNER?

Oh hell, dinner... um... okay, yessss dinner. I forgot about dinner. Uh, I'll organise something. Well, it was not my finest culinary moment, I decided to make mozarella chicken with breadcrumbs (?), except the bread crumbs were more like bread balls, the mozarella melted out all over the tray and burnt and the chicken, well, it was like LEATHER, it was absolutely TERRIBLE. Oh and I served it with a salad comprised of ONLY lettuce leaves (?) and a ridiculously hot chilli sauce, just to spice the meal up, lordy lord.

Sorry captain, the chicken's not GREAT it it?

Not GREAT? Hahahaha. Yes Cary, it's not great, and neither is the salad.

Yeah, sorry about that, I'm a bit drunk.

A bit?

hahaha

ha

haha.

It's not funny, captain. You're drunk too, you're just pretending to be sober, I know what you're like.

Yes Cary.

Anyways, moving on. I though it a good idea to call my friend up and go to the local salsa dancing class on the beach. I was an excellent dancer, a complete natural, absolutely marvelous. Haha, NOT. I think I was a bit crap but it was okay, the gorgeous instructor took pity on me and danced with me and I felt like I was floating around the place, although that might have been the cocktails. We walked to Juan les Pins and found the most amazing Brazillian bar called Pam Pam where they serve cocktails that look like THIS

so naturally I had to order another one, just because it had a massive PARROT on the side of it.

Okay, enough for today.

bien dormir vous fous muets-muets têtes qui sentent comme Août et la sauce aux canneberges et des caniches français qui ont trop mangé chow mein