here come the girls
Dec. 17th, 2007 11:51 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolIt's been a busy weekend. After waking up and posting about the unmitigated joy of Dr K, I spent the day wandering around the house, moisturising, sitting very still and painting my nails. I am such a girl at times, I really am, but I was working to a time constraint - Robin Hood was on at 7.15 (oh Marian, just marry Guy) and then the taxi came at 8.10pm.
This led to drinking wine whilst sitting in pajamas in front of the TV with immaculate hair and make-up...
You see?
Anyway, we were all prepared at that point, and as soon as the credits rolled, we more or less bellowed "T-MINUS TEN MINUTES" and ran upstairs and threw on dresses and shoes and picked up lovely bags etc. It was a quite astonishing transformation unles you knew that I had already manoevered into my awesome control underwear. Which, by the way, is possibly the ugliest thing in the world, but hey, it works.
Threw selves into the taxi and made it just on time to get on a clattery bus to the ball itself. St Andrews is somewhat small, you see, so we have to go on a bus - in full black tie - to a farm.
Once we got there, though, the ball itself was really pretty. I went two years ago and didn't really have a good time - crap bar, no food, crap music. This time it was much bigger, loads of food and two well-stocked cheap bars. WAHEY said I as we got our free drink and sat down.
(I spent most of this with my shawl wrapped around me - I was bloody freezing all night! I would have worn tights but I would have probably asphyxiated myself trying to wrangle with tights, underwear and Control Garments as Primark lovingly labels them.)
Due to the fact the ball sold out on the first day, I saw a few people but I'm a bit rubbish at remembering to take photos. Nevertheless, here is Sascha and Gar:
I don't know why I look so manic here.
Anyway, we danced the night away to various jazzy bands, who were all tolerable, but I was severely disappointed at the lack of Christmas songs. In the end, being cold, stood on repeatedly and sobering up rapidly meant we all scootd off at about half past midnight; fairly early, but respectable enough. It was a lovely evening, it really was - I'll have to batter people in the queue next year for tickets.
I woke up the next day still feeling pretty chilly, but staggered downstairs and managed to make a cheesecake. Apparently I can do this before breakfast. I'm not sure if this is a talent or not. Either way, it was the day of the not-Christmas Christmas Feast and all hands were on deck, peeling a zillion potatoes and carrots and parsnips. I did the turkey again this year, running to check it in between writing a gobbet.
I did, however, remember to bring my camera down.
CHAOS.
Sarah's hamster Whatson did not participate in the festivites, but is so cute that I couldn't resist. (He's named after a psychologist, I believe. Don't ask.)
An hour late, after frantic poking of the oven, spilling fat everywhere and breaking a plate we ate.
On the floor, as our kitchen table is just covered in all sorts of stuff we can't work out anything else for. Then we vegetated.
Sarah and I went carolling at the carol service afterwards, which I always really enjoy; I love Christmas carols, even if I can't sing, and the choir was really good.
I know it looks like it's been decorated by school children. We are not artistic creatures, Katie and I.
And now it's Monday. The landlady is coming around tonight so I'm going to go and flail and clean the house madly, as well as send Christmas cards out. It's the end of term and other than a class tomorrow; it's weird not having anything in particular to do. I don't have to feel guilty for being online! OH THE EXCITEMENT.
So how are you guys?
(also both Rhydian and Gethin were robbed and Alesha to win.)
This led to drinking wine whilst sitting in pajamas in front of the TV with immaculate hair and make-up...
You see?
Anyway, we were all prepared at that point, and as soon as the credits rolled, we more or less bellowed "T-MINUS TEN MINUTES" and ran upstairs and threw on dresses and shoes and picked up lovely bags etc. It was a quite astonishing transformation unles you knew that I had already manoevered into my awesome control underwear. Which, by the way, is possibly the ugliest thing in the world, but hey, it works.
Threw selves into the taxi and made it just on time to get on a clattery bus to the ball itself. St Andrews is somewhat small, you see, so we have to go on a bus - in full black tie - to a farm.
Once we got there, though, the ball itself was really pretty. I went two years ago and didn't really have a good time - crap bar, no food, crap music. This time it was much bigger, loads of food and two well-stocked cheap bars. WAHEY said I as we got our free drink and sat down.
(I spent most of this with my shawl wrapped around me - I was bloody freezing all night! I would have worn tights but I would have probably asphyxiated myself trying to wrangle with tights, underwear and Control Garments as Primark lovingly labels them.)
Due to the fact the ball sold out on the first day, I saw a few people but I'm a bit rubbish at remembering to take photos. Nevertheless, here is Sascha and Gar:
I don't know why I look so manic here.
Anyway, we danced the night away to various jazzy bands, who were all tolerable, but I was severely disappointed at the lack of Christmas songs. In the end, being cold, stood on repeatedly and sobering up rapidly meant we all scootd off at about half past midnight; fairly early, but respectable enough. It was a lovely evening, it really was - I'll have to batter people in the queue next year for tickets.
I woke up the next day still feeling pretty chilly, but staggered downstairs and managed to make a cheesecake. Apparently I can do this before breakfast. I'm not sure if this is a talent or not. Either way, it was the day of the not-Christmas Christmas Feast and all hands were on deck, peeling a zillion potatoes and carrots and parsnips. I did the turkey again this year, running to check it in between writing a gobbet.
I did, however, remember to bring my camera down.
CHAOS.
Sarah's hamster Whatson did not participate in the festivites, but is so cute that I couldn't resist. (He's named after a psychologist, I believe. Don't ask.)
An hour late, after frantic poking of the oven, spilling fat everywhere and breaking a plate we ate.
On the floor, as our kitchen table is just covered in all sorts of stuff we can't work out anything else for. Then we vegetated.
Sarah and I went carolling at the carol service afterwards, which I always really enjoy; I love Christmas carols, even if I can't sing, and the choir was really good.
I know it looks like it's been decorated by school children. We are not artistic creatures, Katie and I.
And now it's Monday. The landlady is coming around tonight so I'm going to go and flail and clean the house madly, as well as send Christmas cards out. It's the end of term and other than a class tomorrow; it's weird not having anything in particular to do. I don't have to feel guilty for being online! OH THE EXCITEMENT.
So how are you guys?
(also both Rhydian and Gethin were robbed and Alesha to win.)
