Well, Monkey Republic decided to give Paul, Lou and Kate a going away party as well as a cash injection for the slow season. We all took an opportunity to drop flyers down at the beach. Paul, Jamie and I went together and my decision was only good looking males were to get a flyer. All for my own personal interest of course..Oh and for Paul and Jamie too. Well I can tell you there was not too many opportunities for that..... Oh well...

The party night started a little slow but Lou took up the role of the-best-free-shots-hander-out-babe-ever (As disgusting as they were) and the party started to pick up and the not so happy party mood shifted....Well at least it did for me, after a few Cocktails compliments of Paul. My payment for a hair cut. Being the shy, wall flower that I am I took in in my stride to entertain a few people by giving them my (well Dan's) rendition of my best Michael Flatterly Irish dancing, a few smooth maneuvers on the dance floor and just plain out right stupidity. Oh and a few cleavage shots too. Not at all like me I know but I really decided it was time to come out of my shell.
Leesa you would have been well impressed with my dance floor moves, especially as a fellow member of the Dance floor police. They were so worth a red card and really I should have been sent off.
And that's just how the night went on really....And lucky for me there was a little romance too...But I'm not telling you who....
The following day The Slutty Sevens moved on with my fav Munch Bunch member, Jamie. And I was left to take up my usual place at the bar, and tend to my little hang over, and feeling of loss. It was a strange day being with out the others there and I really don't think Monkey will quite be the same either....
Tomorrow I am off to Vietnam.....