Eventually I did and went back to the hotel just as Shells was getting out of bed. We were a bit slow that ‘morning’ and ended up having to get a taxi to the arena to be at the exhibitions on time for 2pm.
Thoroughly enjoyed them, especially Michael Weiss, Sale and Pelletier, D&V and of course A&P.
Oddly enough, the now wearied band of travellers had arranged to meet in the bar after the exhibitions! As it was our last night and it was pouring with rain, we decided to eat there. While we were sat in the bar, we noticed a commotion outside, it was Gwendal stood in his hotel room window, throwing signed photographs and roses out of it. Sarah, Stephan and Vanessa were also in another window doing the same too. It looked a bit mad out there! Shells lent Emma her digital camera so she could get some photos to upload that night. I’m sure she’ll come along and post one of them with her story. :)
Highlight of the day was nabbing Maurizio to pose with the ‘Crazy Delirious’ banner. Well, I have to give credit to Emma for that one and kudos to Shells for jumping in there and offering hold the other end! LOL!
I phoned Neil just before we went off to eat and was horrified to note that he hardly had a voice to speak to me with. I was concerned about him driving up to Heathrow Airport the next day to pick me up (150 miles!) and said so, but he insisted he would be OK.
Well, I think my sympathy went a bit overboard actually, during dinner I felt the first twinges of a sore throat and some fever flushes…GRRR! I always know I’m going to come down with a stinker of a cold when that happens. But it was the last night so I put it to the back of my mind.
After dinner, we had a few drinks in the bar and then decided to get a cab to Old Nice for the final duration. As we were standing in the lobby waiting for the Taxis, in walked Gwendal. He said how much he had enjoyed the ‘throwing things’ escapade earlier that afternoon and a few other things that I don’t remember now (Maybe Shells will?)
Emma, Amy, Tara, Rebecca, Shells and myself got in the taxis and ended up in a very ‘studenty’ type bar that was playing Tom Jones at full volume. :) Just like being at home…LOL!
Eventually, it was time to leave there too, so we all said our goodbyes and went back to our various hotels at 2.30am. I half heartedly packed as I was starting to feel really crappy by now, and went to bed.
I honestly cannot remember Sunday, I've read Sharon's version of it many times and I don't remember a taxi to the arena, I don't recall much of the gala, I barely remember the photo with Maurizio! I was just so hung over, I'm surprised I could stand.
Day Eight to follow...