Technically, it wasn't an all-nighter, but I was the last to go to bed, having waited up till Michael's girlfriend came to collect him at 5am Sunday morning.
I love a good Holt party, and this was a good Holt party. Lots of food, Bundy, other drinks, people...
Unlike a smaller party where everyone congregates in the kitchen, there were pockets of activity all over. Video games and cake upstairs, drinkers and disturbing familial contact outside, a make shift dancefloor near the shed, and the bar in the garage. I moved around to mingle, take photos and to rescue my camera from the photo-mad kids, but I think the highlight of the night for me was the makeshift bar.
Becky took on the role of bar-mistress and was doing a fine job of serving people more shots than she was drinking herself. Once the butterscotch schnapps, peppermint schnapps and Irish cream were getting empty, we headed off to Corky's for reinforcements. Galliano (I hadn't had the vanilla one before) and Vodka for Harvey Wallbangers, plus Cointreau and... um, more Bailey's I think.
Becky explained their tradition of building pyramids from used shot glasses. I'll post a photo of the result shortly, plus photos of the required shot-drinking technique.
Theresa did her bit to help (as did her Mum), and helped liven up the dancefloor too. Amazingly, she also managed to get Joshua to sleep, which I had thought impossible to do at a party. Caitlin and Yasmin adopted Jesara, so we didn't have to see to her, other than checking occasionally that all was well.
'Twas good to have James, Julie, Becky, Michelle and Karen in town, plus the local cousins. James took care of the music on his Creative Zen, with a few tunes from my iPod thrown in.
All in all, a great night, followed by patches of sleep on Recovery Sunday, with ample left-over food and the usual religious and philosophical debate.
Now it's time to use the momentum to start planning for Theresa's 40th!