At 3:15 am my phone rang. They'd just called the taxi and would let me know when they were in it. I decided to get up and head out anyhoo to Alderny. Good thing. The next call came when I was almost there. The taxis were refusing to take them to Dartmouth. By leaving Halifax the taxi would be losing the opportunity of picking up another fare. So the kids had been standing outside, waiting for a taxi that would never come. We agreed I'd come and pick them up at the ferry station (which was closed) on the Halifax side. By the time I got there they were waiting for me. They'd been outside for around an hour waiting for cabs, trying to hail cabs and then walking to the pick up point. Got them home around 4:15.
When I picked them up they were hoarse, tired, slightly inebriated and very c-c-cold.
But they'd had a good time !
Me? I'd spent the evening chatting on the phone with friends, playing on-line double solitaire and watching endless episodes of "Destroyed in seconds!"