I'll tell you all about my weekend at Barnsley Gardens....
DH got invited to play in a member/guest golf tournament and his partner, will call him Mr. C, has a pretty good amount of change in his pocket. Mr C invited our whole family, got us a cottage to ourselves, and pretty much let us eat, drink and play on his bill. Sweet.
We took off up there Friday evening. The 'Fairy Godmother' took our kids and entertained them while we went to the first dinner party. I ate a lovely $35 filet and had two glasses of wine. We then headed out to the pool where some horrible Karaoke was going on. I decided to have my new concoction...Pineapple Rum, Coconut Rum and OJ. I was thirsty. I drank several of them rather fast and I had the old "these don't have much alcohol in them" thought going on. We left the party around midnight. I was fine. By the time we had walked back to our cottage, I was not fine. All at once, the drinks decided to gang up on me. I tried to read a magazine and the words would not stop swirling. I put in down and tried to lay in bed and that is when the room started spinning. I spent the next hour tossing up my $35 steak as well as my new concoctions. I talked to DH about how gross it was to throw up steak. He said, 'at least you didn't throw up seafood, that is the worst.'
The next day, I couldn't stand up straight until about 12:00. I declared that I would never ever drink again. We spent the day at the pool. Somehow, I suffered through it. DH and his partner finished 3rd in the tournament and we gladly turned the kids over to the 'fairy godmother' that evening and headed to the awards dinner and dance. They had a marvelous seafood buffet set up. I don't eat seafood, so I stuck with the salad and pasta, but DH looooves seafood and loaded up on some raw oysters and crab claws and shrimp. He popped a raw oyster in his mouth and leaned over to me afterwards and said 'omg, my oyster was warm'. This caused him to throw up in his mouth a little. I told him to keep eating his other food and get over the thought of it b/c it was, as we said in middle school, "grossing him out". He did as I said and loaded up on dessert....lots of chocolate goodies and fondue. Five minutes after finishing his dessert, he was turning green. He had to run on back to the cottage and HE spent the night throwing up his lovely, seafood dinner.
Things like this always seem to happen to the Frickle family!
Anyhow, here are some pictures of the place. It rained on our last day there so the pics aren't as pretty as I had hoped.
Here is our cottage
Mr and Mrs Frickle on the way to the Seafood Dinner!
The view from the dining room in the clubhouse
I may have to go investigate...
We love to put a toilet to good use 
Pictures are nice, I think, cause I could barely see them. I am searching for the magnifying glass again.
not a word, nope zip zippy zippo.... 
