Sunday

Because Steve, Paul, Aaron and Adam got an earlier bus myself and Zeb pretended that we had missed the 12.15 from Arthur's Quay to Dublin Airport. We sent texts saying we had gotten a lift from Zeb's wife Sylvia but had been stopped for speeding. We informed them that it was unlikely we would make it.

In normal circumstances this wouldn't have made a difference to the others but the chauffer lift to the hotel, and the hotel booking itself, were all in my name.
I doubted they even knew the name of the hotel, let alone the address.
We kept it up untl we surprised them at the Ryanair check in.

We arrived at our villa in a fancy holiday complex at around 10pm, dumped the bags, and hit Cannes!
It was Sunday night and the place was heaving. In Cannes you don't get in to any of the evening screenings or parties unless dressed in a dress suit so the streets looked like a spillover from a very large wedding.
We were just casually dressed but then we were only going for a few pints.
I think we hit the pillows around 5.30am!

The infinity pool overlooking Cannes Port