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runawayskellum at 06:13pm on 30/11/2010
runawayskellum at 06:13pm on 30/11/2010Phew. Quite a lot has gone one.
On Friday, the last night of Arcadia managed somehow to sell out, which worked wonders - suddenly there were enough people in the theatre that nobody felt self-conscious, which meant people were laughing, which made us on stage feel like we were actually entertaining people rather than being a horrible imposition. \o/ The cast/birthday party went fantastically: a nice mix of people I know well, people I sort of know and people I didn't know at all - I'm the kind of drunk who loves to have long ~meaningful~ conversations with near-strangers.
Saturday was the St Mary's Ball, which was actually a meal and a ceilidh. I sat next to a world-famous Hebrew/Aramaic scholar who proceeded to get very drunk, dance with every girl in the room, and then tie a balloon around his neck with a string and sing along to Katie Perry. (Apparently last year he went to the afterparty and passed out drunk on a student's sofa.)
The Ball was at a nearby hotel; L and I snuck around exploring for a while, me with my (apparently quite convincing) Posh English Voice on. By the time it got to midnight and I turned twenty-three (!!!) it was snowing really thickly, and we all trooped home with our ballgowns and high-heels through steadily growing inches.
I say 'trooped home'. L and our flatmate Becca got into a merciless snowfight. People down the street were setting off fireworks for no real reason. Market Street and South Street were warzones; Becca lost her shoes but gave a good fight against five dudes in snow-appropriate clothes. We found our flatmate Quay wandering through the streets with her red university gown on, taking pictures. A few yards from our front door several members of the Canoe Club were building an igloo, with our flat acting as a base for the supply of coffee and hot chocolate. L and I raced upstairs, put on as many layers as we could and wandered around town until the sky went from pinkish-orange to pitch black again.
It was awesome. I've always wanted it to snow on my birthday.
Of course, when we woke up the snow had all turned to mush, and I spent 14 hours in the computer lab writing about Kosovo and Somaliland. I missed the charity ice rink in the quad and the all-male Romeo & Juliet, but Jess and Mars, two more of our housemates, turned up at the lab at six o'clock with a birthday cake they'd made me.
All in all, not a bad way to start the year. :D
On Friday, the last night of Arcadia managed somehow to sell out, which worked wonders - suddenly there were enough people in the theatre that nobody felt self-conscious, which meant people were laughing, which made us on stage feel like we were actually entertaining people rather than being a horrible imposition. \o/ The cast/birthday party went fantastically: a nice mix of people I know well, people I sort of know and people I didn't know at all - I'm the kind of drunk who loves to have long ~meaningful~ conversations with near-strangers.
Saturday was the St Mary's Ball, which was actually a meal and a ceilidh. I sat next to a world-famous Hebrew/Aramaic scholar who proceeded to get very drunk, dance with every girl in the room, and then tie a balloon around his neck with a string and sing along to Katie Perry. (Apparently last year he went to the afterparty and passed out drunk on a student's sofa.)
The Ball was at a nearby hotel; L and I snuck around exploring for a while, me with my (apparently quite convincing) Posh English Voice on. By the time it got to midnight and I turned twenty-three (!!!) it was snowing really thickly, and we all trooped home with our ballgowns and high-heels through steadily growing inches.
I say 'trooped home'. L and our flatmate Becca got into a merciless snowfight. People down the street were setting off fireworks for no real reason. Market Street and South Street were warzones; Becca lost her shoes but gave a good fight against five dudes in snow-appropriate clothes. We found our flatmate Quay wandering through the streets with her red university gown on, taking pictures. A few yards from our front door several members of the Canoe Club were building an igloo, with our flat acting as a base for the supply of coffee and hot chocolate. L and I raced upstairs, put on as many layers as we could and wandered around town until the sky went from pinkish-orange to pitch black again.
It was awesome. I've always wanted it to snow on my birthday.
Of course, when we woke up the snow had all turned to mush, and I spent 14 hours in the computer lab writing about Kosovo and Somaliland. I missed the charity ice rink in the quad and the all-male Romeo & Juliet, but Jess and Mars, two more of our housemates, turned up at the lab at six o'clock with a birthday cake they'd made me.
All in all, not a bad way to start the year. :D
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