Saturday night Ratty and I headed back down to Hull to spend the night at my Uncle Paul's house. Since Ratty wasn't able to make it to the impromptu party on Thursday, it was casually suggested that we stay at the house on Saturday night, guaranteeing Ratty's opportunity to hang out with some Downey cousins who were in from out of town. We headed down to the Gunny [short for Gunrock, named after the beach across the street] and spent the night drinking beers and playing darts. It was pretty low key, the Gunny is a total dive, but it was really fun. Judging by this score card I *think* I won at Cricket, but it's kinda hard to tell plus my memory is a touch fuzzy since it was almost a year ago. All I remember was that I kept hitting bullseyes but couldn't get a 17 to save my life.
After spending the majority of the night playing darts and watching my Uncle Paul run the pool table, we headed back to the house for some good porch hanging. Susan had made a batch of Sangria the night before, and by Sangria I mean she just threw in odds and ends from various liquors into a pitcher and added red wine. It was interesting to say the least, but we all drank it anyway. We stayed up far too late, chatting and listening to music, but that's what happens when everyone is having so much fun!