We have excelled ourselves in the being dirty stopouts department.
Last night's Friday beer and tapas was going fantastically well when some smart alec (naming no names but she posts on VV
) suggested jumping in a taxi to Torremolinos to go to one of the beach clubs that stay open till 7am. So we did. 12 of us.
I jiggied and boogied like a good 'un.
We then went for a walk/bumble/stagger and had breakfast somewhere..I can't remember the name of the place.
To complete the madness we got the train into Malaga and then hopped on the bus home and burst out laughing as walking into the lounge Conor was sitting eating his breakfast and just raised his eyebrows at us.
You only live once is what I say.
(need dancing smileys!)
