Wedding.

What can I tell you about Poland? Not much, maybe because I do not remember much from the 5 days I spent there recently. But let’s start from the beginning.

Few weeks ago both my brother and my sister got married (not to each other, though many people asked me if that was the case…weirdos!). I didn’t see my brother for 10 years so I was really excited. Also my mum in law decided she wanted to come with us as she never been to Poland, but also my husband visited only twice before and not being back for the last 4 years we could hardly sleep the night before (or maybe it was something to do with inflatable mattress deflating or few G&Ts we had…).

My dad picked us up from the airport and first thing he handed us was his home made booze (I forgot all about the Polski hospitality!).

And from there memories are pretty blurry. We met my whole family in a pub (one I was going to when I was a teenager, pretending I am old enough to have a beer), but because my sister, my mum and my brother didn’t want to stay long because of the wedding the following day, once again it was myself, my hubby, mum in law and my dad. There was no bar we didn’t visit that night. There was no cocktail / shot we didn’t drink. As it turned out it was not a wise idea as putting make up on morning after was a bit tricky and took 3 attempts to draw a line on my eyelids.

On the wedding day weather was beautiful and both brides and grooms looked amazing! After quick ceremony at the registry office we moved our small party to a restaurant for lunch and some drinks, where my 6 year old nephew told everyone this party is really boring. Luckily for him after lunch we moved to a wild, wild west style town with rides and shows and bars and restaurants (I guess nothing ever is normal with my family). I never thought grownups can have so much fun with toy guns and cowboy hats- in fact we had so much fun we stayed there until late night and I came back to the hotel barefoot as my feet couldn’t take all the excitement.

Couple of days after the wedding (we had 1 day to recover, though we still managed to go to a local bar or 2 to keep alcohol levels up) we managed to squeeze in little trip to not so far away mountains. That was the day I died. That was the day my kidneys and liver stopped responding and I though that’s it and I will never wake up. It is known for polish people to drink a lot. It is also knows that polish mountain people drink even more. Why we decided to drink like we are locals I have no idea, all I know the next morning we were flying back to UK and I felt like I should be put in the hospital for at least a week to restore my internal organs. We woke up with my mum in law and tried to walk to the hotel restaurant to have some breakfast but all we managed was to walk into a wall every few steps so we decided it’ll be safer to go back to bed and hope we will sober up enough to be allowed on board of the plane.