Birtday blues

Liz's 60th birtday was drawing near, and her son, a very well to do bussiness man, decided to throw a big party at the inn.It was to be a purple party, after the poem about growing old, and wearing purple, and learn to spit, and a lot more revolting but wonderful things. Will try and find it, and publish it, although I don't know who wrote it. Anyhow, Liz asked everyone that was invited to wear purple, and also a purple hat.
As I had to be in the kitchen, with Rosanne who came in specially to do the buffet, I could only join the party after work, but was well plied with glass upon glass of red wine, and it being a real hot night, and the kitchen stuffy and there being no time to make a cuppa, I was only too glad for something to drink, and downed quite a few glasses. Rosanne was also very happy, and as it was with her, after a few drinks nobody should bother her, as she became a bally demon with the most colourful swearwords known to man.
But all was going well in the kitchen, and as we worked hard during the day to do most of the things, we had only to dish up the foodies nicely, so no sweat! Vince was also on, and he can be very handy with things like putting out food on the plates to look nice, and while Rosanne and self did some last minute prep, he did most of that.
By the time I got to the party, just about every one was very merry, myself included, but as I was Liz's good friend, I got special treatment, and her son saw to it that my glass was never empty. My loverboy was there also, and we had a wonderful time dancing to the sixty music that Liz had decided on, and we rocked and twisted, and twirled and whirled, and I did not really feel the effects of all the alcohol until we sat down for a while, and I promtly fell of my chair, my head now spinning round and round! I think the fact that I had not eaten anything was a big factor, but after a bit of tlc from the man in my life, I felt better, and fell in with the lot dancing a Scottish reel! It is amazing how uninhibited alcohol made one feel, and if it was not for the after effects, and the funny head that I disliked, I would have surely drank more at parties. I usually don't drink a lot, two glasses being my limit, but in Scotland that is almost impossible!
Hanna and Peggy looked marvelous in their purple dresses and way-out purple hats, and so did a lot of other people, and me, as somebody had put a strange but lovely purple hat on my head.
Poor Joe had a hard time, as Mairie, the one that came to look for him in my room, even under the bed and in the closet, was there also, and at one stage I saw her and Joe dancing past us, with Joe engulfed in her strong arms, a look of utter bemusement on his face! Her husband looked to be in no hurry to get his wife back, as he was having the time of his life with a group of his friends. Poor Joe!
There was a man doing caricatures of some people, of which I knew nothing, and when I was later presented with a funny picture of myself, I was quite flattered!
It was five in the morning when I was half dragged up to my bed, but even in my state of intoxication I knew that I had to set my alarm for half past six, as Joe and self had to clean the diningroom before we could serve breakfast to the hotel guests. But on that moment I felt too darn sick to care!