A Night Of Dance And Floor

Friday night was what is known as a “good night”. For those of you that don’t know Friday 12^th of May was the date of our school prom. The last party that was to include the full school.

So…where to start…well…

Friday was an excellently sunny day which was warm and bright. So after school was out at quarter to twelve due to sports day, so I headed on down to the river for a spot of Frisbee. What a great summer past time that is!

At about six Ryan and I headed up to my house to get ready. Yes, I know, we only needed about half an hour…that may astound many girls out there. Especially those who take DAYS! So after half an hour we looked like we’re were going somewhere posh, ready to rock it up.

Cazy arrived at about seven or so looking fantastic, and after a quick photo shoot the taxi came. The journey there was a bit of a mini adventure. The cab driver had forgotten to put water in the radiator, so with an engine running at 120 degrees Celsius we thought it best to stop. However we arrived in good time so that was ok.

At the venue (The Hilton, Bracknell) I got to meet my two best friends’ new girlfriends (both of which soon had the stamp of approval). They were both very nice which is always cool. I particularly got on with Jules’ girlfriend, as she didn’t find my drunkenness too bad as the night went on and would dance with me. It wasn’t long before good tunes came on played by a band that wasn’t too bad at all and thus the dancing was well under way early on. And as the dancing went on I started to drink more and more….which was to be my downfall on this particular evening.

After a few hours of dancing I was definitely very drunk. You may have noticed that I have not mentioned anything I had eaten or meals I had had…the main reason for this, other than it is a fact of pointless interest, was that I hadn’t eaten. Well, that’s a slight lie; I had a pot of yoghurt for breakfast. Now, we all know what a bad idea it is to drink on an empty stomach. So between the hours of about eleven and twelve I have no memory, but I was brought back down to earth sharply by much of the drink leaving my body the same way as it had entered. What is strange is that I’m usually the last person to forget to eat! This was not cool, do not try it!

It did however take somewhere between twelve and fifteen drinks to floor me, which isn’t too bad, given the size of the wine glasses! While taking on the fresh air of Bracknell outside the lobby entrance, supported by countless friends (thanks to all of you), I was waging war in my head. You see, my brain wasn’t too drunk, but my body was so gone. So it was my mind verses my body in one of the best mental battles I have had. People around me reliably told me that I went into what was seen as a worrying, amusing, or in one case impressive state of concentration. After much grunting and groaning I had nearly forced my double vision back to one image. But then I was forced to move, and the images shot apart from each other. And if there is one person that hates to lose…it’s me, and I lost against myself. No fun.

Well, there was definitely a lesson learnt there. Although I do think the worse action of the evening was one particular pair getting it on. But that is just my view, and that of a couple of other people.

Lastly I must in particular thank Cazy for her excellent state of worry and care, Julian for the lift home, and most of all Ryan for ensuring I made it alive.

J.