On a not too dissimilar note, a lifelong Scottish friend and I hadn't seen each other for around 5 years; he'd been working abroad, so had I but we finally organised a get together with a few other friends/family up at Gleneagles; Golf for us, horse riding and advanced lessons for the ladies and daughters.
Had never played the course until then, which unfortunately just as we were about to play a wind picked up, a horrific wind, I lost 8 balls that day, the most I'd ever lost in one round in my life, the two Scottish friends pretty much the same, at the end of the game, the scores were horrible, and I mean horrible for all of us, we got in the restaurant/bar back at the hotel about midday, Scott my mate decided that we'd have some old very expensive scotches, the families were still out doing whatever, about 4p.m. I looked at my phone and saw (or couldn't see!) I'd missed around 14 calls, the other two the same.
We decided we were all in deep shite so, we'd stay in the bar, at around 8 p.m. when I knew none of us could understand each other anymore, Scott got up and went to find his room; he'd had enough, needless to say, he couldn't.
I went to bed, comatose.
Around midnight my wife was shouting at me to wake up (she'd left me to sleep it off) - Scott's wife was now furiously and in an agitated state looking for him and couldn't find him, obviously, I had no idea where he was. Bit by bit as we looked for him in the hotel, the panic was rising, now his wife had called the police, as someone said they saw him wandering about outside earlier in a drunken state!
Long story short; he was eventually found in the laundry room where he'd made himself a bed and was fast asleep and next to him were two dogs which no one owned up to knowing or owning! - he was completely naked.
His wife went nuts at him.
The next day, the three of us, Scott, me, and Duncan finally crawled downstairs at about 5 p.m. where we reviewed the bill for the day before; it ran into thousands.
Queue another meltdown by Scott's wife in front of around 200 guests - who as they heard all this, bit by bit got to know the full story before his wife stormed off still shouting at him - she really had lost the plot.
When she was far enough away, up stood Scott and loudly asked for everyone's attention and apologized very loudly to everyone and as he did so, offered everyone a drink - he also told a few jokes (not sure why).
Finally, he made a toast to all the wives who had to put up with Husbands like him, by now he had everyone in stitches. When he'd done almost every man gave him a round of applause and as he stood up and bowed, his wife returned.
She stood there watched this gobsmacked and walked up to him and gave him a slap! As she muttered curse after curse under her breath.
Scott thanked her for the tickle and without missing a beat said "what would you like to drink, my love?"
She stared at him and just started laughing.
The whole room joined in.
We all got pissed again.
Madness, but great days.
Love Scotland and the mad Scots, some things never leave you.
