Well, i was partially wrong. Alcohol does solve some of the world's problems.
I rocked up at 8pm, an hour (fashionably) late, looking rather nice, if i do say so myself. Nice, yet with an air of 'kill me, i'm too miserable to be here'. For the first two hours, it was all i could do not to bail. El became my personal champion, introducing me to lots of people - seeing as i didn't know all that many people there. El's mates (one who looked uncannily like Barney from How I Met Your Mother, the other who was tall and had an awesome red tie) were pretty hilarious. El at some point had told Barney of my troubles and he was sympathetic. Everyone else just thought that i was soft because i wasn't drinking much and they didn't know why. Also, i got about four comments about how cool it was of me to 'come stag'... i didn't even realise i was supposed to have brought a date? But thanks everyone for pointing it out.
Anyway, after two hours it was fairly clear the El wasn't going to let me leave
for awhile yet. So we danced u a storm, spent ages commandeering the couches in the bathroom (ahhh, rest for our poor feet) and danced some more. I actually felt a bit crook, on top of my misery, so was pleased that i was doing as well as i was. Apparently, there was supposed to be an ice-sculptor, but instead there was a trio of breakdancers, which was quite interesting. It was fun watching themselves throw themselves in the air and spin around the floor. Even Mr.Music got into the dancing, which was cool - and he managed to have some girl following him round who was convinced that he was german and didn't speak english... Oops.
I stuck it out until midnight, when we were all kicked out of the Hyatt. I said bye to El and the girls and got lifted off the ground twice by the RedTie Guy in a farewell, which was interesting - nobody ever lifts me up, it was weird... But then RTG walked me to a taxi rank. He was quite the gentleman. We talked about poke'mon and Canada and Geology... it makes plenty of sense if you were following the conversation. He waited in line for me, gave me another hug goodbye and saw me off safely. It was very sweet.
Somehow, it was a survivable night. Dancing was fun - Barney said i was a good dancer (and he'd know, he was really awesome), El and Kirst were lots of fun, hanging in the bathroom was cool, plenty of guys sleazed onto me and plenty of girls said that i looked gorgeous, and RTG was sweet. Apparently, wine, dancing, boys and compliments are enough to temporarily pull me out of my misery. I'm glad i dragged my butt out last night, i needed the distraction.
Now it's morning (really, nothing looks better in the morning) and the doom and gloom outside are somewhat matching my emotional state. I'm going to work to try and get some study done - i've not got much done in a few days. And i'm going to try and recapture the dancing-induced happiness from last night so that i can make it through another day.
So, i was partly wrong in saying that alcohol doesn't ever help. If i hadn't had a few wines last night, i wouldn't've been dancing and i would't've been cheered up. The moral of the story? Everything in moderation.
I rocked up at 8pm, an hour (fashionably) late, looking rather nice, if i do say so myself. Nice, yet with an air of 'kill me, i'm too miserable to be here'. For the first two hours, it was all i could do not to bail. El became my personal champion, introducing me to lots of people - seeing as i didn't know all that many people there. El's mates (one who looked uncannily like Barney from How I Met Your Mother, the other who was tall and had an awesome red tie) were pretty hilarious. El at some point had told Barney of my troubles and he was sympathetic. Everyone else just thought that i was soft because i wasn't drinking much and they didn't know why. Also, i got about four comments about how cool it was of me to 'come stag'... i didn't even realise i was supposed to have brought a date? But thanks everyone for pointing it out.
Anyway, after two hours it was fairly clear the El wasn't going to let me leave
for awhile yet. So we danced u a storm, spent ages commandeering the couches in the bathroom (ahhh, rest for our poor feet) and danced some more. I actually felt a bit crook, on top of my misery, so was pleased that i was doing as well as i was. Apparently, there was supposed to be an ice-sculptor, but instead there was a trio of breakdancers, which was quite interesting. It was fun watching themselves throw themselves in the air and spin around the floor. Even Mr.Music got into the dancing, which was cool - and he managed to have some girl following him round who was convinced that he was german and didn't speak english... Oops.I stuck it out until midnight, when we were all kicked out of the Hyatt. I said bye to El and the girls and got lifted off the ground twice by the RedTie Guy in a farewell, which was interesting - nobody ever lifts me up, it was weird... But then RTG walked me to a taxi rank. He was quite the gentleman. We talked about poke'mon and Canada and Geology... it makes plenty of sense if you were following the conversation. He waited in line for me, gave me another hug goodbye and saw me off safely. It was very sweet.
Somehow, it was a survivable night. Dancing was fun - Barney said i was a good dancer (and he'd know, he was really awesome), El and Kirst were lots of fun, hanging in the bathroom was cool, plenty of guys sleazed onto me and plenty of girls said that i looked gorgeous, and RTG was sweet. Apparently, wine, dancing, boys and compliments are enough to temporarily pull me out of my misery. I'm glad i dragged my butt out last night, i needed the distraction.
Now it's morning (really, nothing looks better in the morning) and the doom and gloom outside are somewhat matching my emotional state. I'm going to work to try and get some study done - i've not got much done in a few days. And i'm going to try and recapture the dancing-induced happiness from last night so that i can make it through another day.
So, i was partly wrong in saying that alcohol doesn't ever help. If i hadn't had a few wines last night, i wouldn't've been dancing and i would't've been cheered up. The moral of the story? Everything in moderation.
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