Feast Of Seven Colours

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Saturday night saw our church's big dinner. I went, admittedly thinking that it would be a bit of a drag, with the usual maximum for fifteen people under twenty-five. Not that there's anything wrong with the older generations, but it does mean that polite conversation for the duration of the evening is a must. When i arrived, we were seated and from the very beginning i was pleasantly surprised.

Instead of the expected two or three course meal, we discovered that we would rotate tables seven times. Each table would be a different colour and we would get to eat at each one. Every table had only foods which corresponded with it's colour. This lead to some pretty interesting concoctions; we had peas in jelly at the green table, beetroot at the red table, stew on the brown, meringues at the pink table... among other things. Whoever came up with the concept put heaps of work into it and there was an incredible amount of food, as you can imagine. Plus, with all the different varieties it would've been a killer to organise.

The basic point of the dinner was to give the members of the congregation a chance to get to know each other better, or just as a chance to spend time with friends. Some of the boys provided the entertainment, with music, some of it original. Knowing how much time they spent rehearsing and how nervous some of them were, i was thrilled when it all went ok. Everyone loved them! There were dramas and a talk by a head honcho of the church, as well as some ridiculous awards presented. On the whole, the night was a huge success. The place was packed and everyone was having a great time.

The highlight of the night? Aside from the fact that i didn't spill anything and managed to have a good time, despite initial reservations, the lift home was my highlight. My weight-lifting buddy offered me a lift, which i gladly accepted, not keen on the dark walk home at eleven at night. Not only did he open his door for me, but his car had a bucket seat across the front!!! You know, where there are three seats, instead of the usual two. His unexpected gallantry (see, i told you it wasn't dead!) and very cool, albeit bouncy, car, made my evening. Good times.

Annie