Wild girls, wild girls, wild girls.. (sung to the tune of a well known Duran Duran song)

So my wife Hayley and sister-in-law Lindsay are the prim and proper kind of girls. When the family gets together, it is inevitably the rest of us who indulge in the awesome wine that South Africa has to offer and especially my father-in-law`s magnificent wine collection. The two sisters will sit and have a cup `o tea and if they`re feeling really wild, they`ll add a bruscetta. They are wild, wild girls.

Lindsay is the wilder of the two. She is a crazy woman when she gets partying. Two teas will make her do silly things. The girl scares me when she gets into this party mood. Madonna will run and hide.
Here is a photo of her going full tilt at Hayley and my farewell party in Johannesburg last year. Notice how we have to struggle to hold her back.


So with that as background, I was going through some photos the other day and came upon these 2 pearlers. These were taken New Years eve 2004. Mark and Lindsay came over and the four of us had the best time. Mark and I spent the afternoon in the pool and the two girls sat sipping tea and tut-tutting every glass of wine we had. Then, things started changing. The girls got bored with the two of us and our antics and they decided to have a drink themselves. What followed was a blur as I had never seen the golden girls behave like that.

I present to you, The Woolard Girls (or Blues Brothers, not sure yet), tipsy...