Nope, not much to be had at the Library Christmas party, though there was some serious rug cutting later on, always mindful of the lumbago. Things were enlivened by the youth contingent having drinking games in the kitchen, fueled by a bucket of punch. Punch recipes have changed very little as far as I can see, but this version was much classier than most I've had. Smirnoff and something called Wipeout (prophetic?) juice and fruit salad. Not tinned fruit salad, freshly made. A number of people were very merry on wine, and mercifully not a karaeoke number to be heard. At least I don't think there was. I got the start time wrong and was late, even for my imaginary start time.
Afterwards several people went into town, I thought I was rather brave going along as well since graduation was on. I went to 10 bar, watched some funny dancing and lamented the shameful misuse of C & C music factory samples in bad pop dance music. Escaped from there as quickly as possible and checked out Carousel. I will always be inclined to call it Casserole now since someone forgot the name and went with that. Just like Alibi will be pronounced Aleebee.
The taxi queues were phenomenal so I was glad I could just walk home unnoticed. Why would anyone notice a derilict sloping up the hill when there was so much tacktastic dress on display? Glassons, you have a lot to answer for.
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