Christenings gone Wild

The weekend between the two weddings was little Tankerton's christening party.  It started out like any other christening.  Well...I guess not really.  We were at the church and the baby to adult ratio was about 1:1.  I could really pay attention to what was going on or stop laughing because all of the little babies and kids were "feeling the spirit" as the priest called it.  No one was really crying or screaming, but they were definitely all engaged in dialog with God.  It was hysterical.

We get through mass and head back to S and big james' house.  It was a great party!  TONS of food, lots of booze, and lots of really fun people.  Around 6 pm, all of the kiddies got taken away to grandma and grandpa's house, or went home with one of their parents.  It was funny, you could almost see a collective exhale from the parents that were left.  It was finally time for them to get down.  And get down we all did.  Around 11:30 my flatmate and her bf showed up.  The party was going.  At about 12:30-1, me, my flatmate, her bf and her BFF all decided to share a cab home.  Right as we are calling it, the BFF, very excited about Tank entering the holy family, falls over.  Onto a table with lots of glasses.  We all laugh, ha ha ...BFF are you ok?  Yes, yes, I'm fine hahah.  I say, ok cab will be here in a sec, I'm going to go to the bathroom.  When I come back out, BFF is sitting on a chair with my flatmate, S and big james sitting all around her pressing towels on her knee.  I hear my flatmates bf say "A&E" - brit talk for ER - and I just think, what the hell happened?

Apparently when the BFF fell down and landed on the glass, she cut her knee open.  Badly.  So the cab comes and the 4 of us pile in directing the cab to the closest A&E.  S gives us an extra bag of cheetos for the road saying we might be there a while.  How bad can it be?  It's 1 am in Cockfosters (end of the Piccadilly line...still London but like the suburbs)...what else could be going on?

Nothing, it turns out.  Nothing else is going on there.  Despite this, it still takes us 6.5 hours to get out of there.  So 6.5 hours, a sun rise (not as fun to watch as everyone says, by the way), 5 stitches and a bag of cheetos later, we're back in a cab on the way home.  Flatmate, her bf and I pile out of the cab, sleep walk up the stairs and then emerge 5 hours later to try and salvage the nicest day we've had all year.

Turns our a christening was the latest night I've had since college.  Who would have though?