yay flash mobs
last night was a bit of a session.
great until Tru. fabulous until Tru. we were supposed to meet at 7 in the kitchen. this means most of the women were in there by 7:30. at 8, the "lads" decided to go to Courtyard early and leave us there. Dutchie, Hannah and i were not amused. i mean, we knew they were just sick of waiting and listening to Faye, but still! to leave us there? pricks. anyway, around 8:30, Ngaio was finally done. then we all had to join the 15min queue for the only cashpoint on campus that was working. all this time, Faye's chattering away. even Hannah, who'd just met her, started to hate her, jeez. finally get to the Courtyard, in need of drinks. we ended up staying there till about 10:30. it's a wonderful place that they just built. outdoor heated patio, dance floor, couches, plenty of tables, pillows, and decorated in the very modern green/orange/brown hues. love it. and i was feeling good too, i felt confident in my black dress again. Jack, darling boy, was on top form too. there were about 20 of us, altogether. at 10, everyone except maybe nine of us, went to Tru to get the pre-11 discount. Chris, Arthur, Hannah, Mark, Faye, me and few others stayed for a while longer. we grabbed taxis to meet the others at Nags Head.
ouf, Nags. what a horrible horrible place! lovely, i mean, it has cheap drinks and nice bathroom and a heated patio. but horrible! that's where everyone gets drunk off their face. me included, if i'm so inclined. anyway, spent most of my time chatting to Hannah and Lee. then we finally decide to get to Tru. oh dear.
drunk, and prone to anger, i felt like such a stupid Canadian. or rather, i thought the Brits were stupid for not having the common sense of Canadians. all i ask for is a cloakroom. somewhere i can put the jacket i was wearing because it's rainy and cold and it's fucking January. but no. we get in, everyone except Hannah and Arthur disappear. then they go too, as i go to check my coat. turns out the cloakroom's closed. holy shite. so i go and find Chris, Dutchie, anyone to tell them that i'll be awhile. i can only find a drunk Vicki and Harriet, no good. so i go back to the line and fume. what the hell? i love the dress i'm wearing, the coat is boiling hot inside, and i'm miserable. no one (including Chris) seems to care where i've gone. i join Lee in the queue. apparently we can only get our coats in if someone else leaves. who leaves a club at 12? exactly - no one. finally someone does, and Lee puts his coat in, and is all, "See you later." what a prick. i'm in line 20, 25mins and am just pissed off now. by the time i actually check my coat and find everyone, they'll be wasted and need to go home. so i left.
wandered, drunkenly, all the way to Gallery to get a taxi. i'm home by 12:30. Chris finally texts me, asking where i am. jeez. i mean, we talked about this all last night, and everything's good now (both being drunk didn't help, eek.) he like, runs home to get to me. i know i shouldn't've left without telling anyone. i know it was stupid. but i was so mad and frustrated and humiliated i wasn't thinking straight. and selfishly, i couldn't believe it took someone that long to think to check up on me. of course, Chris had in reality been going all over Tru looking for me, worried out of his mind (as he does) and whatnot, but still. shite end to an otherwise good evening, if you ask me.
i could say i'm sad to see there aren't really photos of me from last night. i mean, i think i looked good, but any photos would have been in Ngaio-style, as she's the only one who brought a camera. i love her, yeah, but the kid only has one expression. ditto for Katie, Katie McKay, Anna, and Faye. over 90% of the photos that were taken had those lot (and only those lot) in them.
i have eaten all the Maoam.
dinner with YSC in a few hours, yay. i look forward to getting to know these people. went to the library this morning to do more reading for the gender seminar! i'm so proud of myself, haha. pretended to be a feminist for awhile, yay! because, of course, that's what the course is about. we might as well just come out and say it: by "gender" we mean "women", aaah.
i have a thing for collective dance moments:
Click to viewyay Londoners. i was at Liverpool St. Station less than a month ago! would've been fantastic to see this in action.