After a hectic day in the blazing sunshine, and being completely exhausted with a pounding headache (from the sun) and just wanting my bed, Ed and I left Johnny & Kirstie’s house (to Ed’s annoyance!) to go to the Marriott Dalmahoy. This was provided courtesy of Glory Days, as we had 4 double rooms available.
We arrived at about 7.30pm, where we checked in to room 160 (The Oban Room) before meeting up with everyone else (as Nicky was running late as usual!).
We didn’t realise, until we got to our room, that we had been given an upgrade, imagine our surprise when we walked into a room that was bigger than the entire bottom part of our house, with a bathroom bigger than our bedroom at home (it had a double jacuzzi bath with a seperate double shower), a massive King Size bed that you could get 4 people comfortably into (so Ed kept telling Nicky & I), a writing desk, a couch and huge armchair, coffee table with a selection of free magazines, a massive dining table that seated 8, another unit with a free bottle of whiskey, and another little table with 2 arm chairs overlooking the tennis courts. The dining room part was in the turret, and was a completely round room that not only looked over the tennis courts, but the golf course as well.
We went for a walk down to the Ratho Park to meet up with everyone else and to see if it would wake me up and clear my headache.
We met Nicky, Kim & Stuart and Linda & Grant in the car park where they were putting their drink into their bags ready for when we checked in (much to Ed’s delight as we hadn’t even thought of doing that!). We all went inside where everyone else had something to eat (I was just about asleep at this point and could drink nothing but water, Ed had ate loads at Johnny & Kirstie’s house so wasn’t hungry), and had a celebratory drink to congratulate Linda and Grant on finding out that morning that their offer on a flat at the Jewel had been accepted.
We then walked back up to the hotel to get everyone else checked in.
We each went to each other’s rooms to check out what they were like (and to make sure that I definately got the best room, hehe!) and then took the drink (and Nicky’s incredibly strong painkillers) along to our room to work out the plan for the evening. Ed making sure he tried out all of the available facilities.
We decided to go down to the bar at the main reception for a quick drink, which was incredibly posh and very, very expensive (£3.20 for a vodka and diet coke and £3.30 for a pint of Stella) where Nicky managed to get a click almost instantly, by a posh twat who was blowing his cigar smoke into hoops to try and impress her.
The barman told Ed that there was a slightly more "informal" bar at the Country Club next door (in other words, we were lowering the tone!) so once our drinks were finished, we set off to see if it was any cheaper.
Once we got outside, we discovered that the bar was closed (it was about 11.15 at this point) so we decided that we could’t afford the other bar anymore, and went back to room 160 for a wee drink and a plesant chat.
At about midnight, Mark arrived from Barcelona and had a wee bit of catching up to do. In our evening we covered such subjects as houses, your 5 gimmies, sex & religion. The girlies also had a wee sing song.
Linda, Grant, Kim & Stuart left the room at about 4.00am to get to bed, and we eventually got rid of the Capaldi’s at about 5.00am ;-)
We were woken up by Peter Pan calling our room at 9.55am, telling us to get up to go for breakfast. The night’s sleep having flown by in what seemed like minutes. Once we got down there, we were put into a board room to separate us from the rest of the guests (think we made a bit of an impact the night before) where the waiter joked that we were being put in a room with bars on the window so we could’t escape!
Everyone appeared to deal with breakfast and eat loads, with the exception of me as I think I was still drunk, and a wee bit dazed. We eventually left the hotel at 12, and went back down to the Ratho park for a drink of juice as we were all feeling a wee bit ill.
I was sick in the Ratho Park, and Linda tells me that Grant was sick when he got home, and was drunk again at 7.00pm (brave boy). Kim & Stuart were going to a family BBQ that night, but they seemed to be fine with no hangovers. Myself, Ed, Nicky (or Lady Broon of Niddrie as she would now like to be known) went down to the Clubhouse at Gullane that evening, where we were really old and boring and back at home for 10.00pm!