Winter Formal

Or should I say a chance to eat, drink copious amounts of alcohol and dance shamelessly in front of your peers? Yes, I think that should be a more fitting title. Our residence makes a big deal about the Christmas Cabaret, like it does its others and this is the first Cab that I’ve gone to and this is halfway through my second year! All in all it has been a fantastic night, spent with my roommates and friends. Dak won an Xbox… Lucky bastard, S’rah’s friend won an iPad (I don’t know him well enough but a “Fuck you” jokingly, is in order) and Potter won $30 dollars to Starbucks, something Bex would kill for.

We all started getting ready at 3pm… The busses to take us there weren’t coming until 6. I thought we had plenty of time, I then looked up and it was five o’clock and I hadn’t got my dress on or make-up. Given, my make-up consisted of mascara, but women have their right to take their time, so I take it, I also had to drink and get ready to go, get organised, walk to the bus station with everything I owned in tow, board the bus and get there, and it was all down to one hour. Amazingly four girls got ready in under one hour in two bathrooms; I’m a firm in the belief that the skies parted and God (Or some other dude) shone down upon us and made this happen. (Yes, I am slightly tipsy as I am writing this) I doubt even Will Smith could pull off this amazing feat.

I also managed to trip hopelessly down the stairs into the bathroom but managed to catch myself before I made myself to look like a complete and total fool. I gracefully entered the bathroom, and when I say "gracefully" it was more of a "stagger" as my lovely silver shoes like to cut off circulation to my poor toes. Anyway my right leg now hurts and its been almost one hour since I've taken my heels off and I can still feel them on my feet, It feels odd walking down stairs.

All the food they gave us, the booze we walked in with and dancing makes for one sleepy F.F, I'm to bed. 

Hoped your evening was just as eventful, if not more so, than my own.

F.F