today is the dreaded day that constitutes to show just how americanized our culture has become
we call it prom
it's also known as the leaver's do
the 6th form ball
etc etc etc

and here's what happened!
let's remember it was the joining of two catholic schools - segregating boys and girls - and really we should just be nice to eachother...
no pictures as of yet because the computer won't access them on my phone
they are a bit naff anyway you can't see much apart from rhiannon's tattoo on her back and the ceiling of the marquee
- they weren't taken when anyone was drunk there just wasn't much going on then it got dark and i didn't have a flash on my 'camera'

got hair and make up done, got dressed, went to the rosedene, got the coach, got to the big tent

went around the tent after knocking back a glass of champers and greeted and acknowledged everyone i knew. everyone was very nicely dressed, me and anjali managed to see nearly all the people we both had in common.
sarah mullin told me i had a really nice neck which i appreciated but i didn't understand - i didn't realise she literally meant my neck i thought she was joking...
then we sat down for our starter and clarkey gave me a crash course in etiquette. i made my melon and pineapple starter into a smiley face as i was bored and i kept nudging the bits i didn't want on to clarkeys plate who ate mechanically and didn't notice how her plate didn't seem to be emptying.

then a bit more wandering and i went to the bar for a bacardi and coke which i asked for a double and he half filled my glass with each and charged me £6.50 for it - bastard.
at the table there were bottles of red and white wine, me and anjali tentatively drank the white wine which was quite sweet but generally cheap and nasty

after the main course the flood opened and pretty much at that point everyone started getting drunk
i can't be bothered to detail every single moment of the night as i got quite drunk and it's all in small disjointed occurences rather than a long stream of things

i know that laura brown had brought her own bottle of vodka and drank it all then went to the toilet passed out and was taken away in an ambulance - a girl who wasn't associated with her but was caring for her blatantly accused us of drugging her which i found quite rude

kellie and clare were sniffing my chest as they claimed i had chicken fillets in therefore i smelt of chicken - i wasn't wearing any.

rhiannon sent me on a mission to get the rory's ribbon. rory was her ex whom she has held in great contempt for years now and he was wearing a kilt and a ribbon in his hair and would talk to me and not her. i got drunk and pestered him all night for it, in the end i got it and then gave it straight to rhiannon before i left. it was an achievement even if drunken me did feel some guilt. sobre me thinks it's all really stupid to be fair...

there was a guy, one of rorys mates, who claimed he knew me and basically fell on me. turns out we got the metro together to the bus station every morning together and with a bottle of wine in his hand he finally had the courage to say hello.
it was alright apart from the fact i was basically holding him up. he told me to try this lovely white wine he'd found, i had a gulp and told him it was red. 'oh yeah! it's red. it's awful...' and he fell on me again.
it was sweet and he was one of the only boys i had a lasting conversation with - if you can call it that - who didn't try to cop a feel

it was raining outside so the smokers were all getting a bit wet and some even had come across cigars

when wandering around with clare, who i did spend some time with chatting and getting drunk with, i showed her the mythical 'john' who me and her liked to repeat the name of when the moment struck us. he had a really pretty girlfriend.
we also had an issue getting into the toilet because laura was being taken away so we had to go to the hotel. this resulted in us yelling at the doorman and staggering down the private quarters of the bar into the nearest toilet which i thought was disabled. it was womens, we were fine.

later on i met the previous english teacher at our school turn english teacher at the boys school. i was worried about katherine as i hadn't seen her for a while and he told me all about his sister who was 20 and got pregnant and he told me to just fuck it and leave her to her own doings.
it was quite articulate for a drunken english teacher. actually i lie. he wasn't at all.

ok now i suppose i have to confess my sins
not so much sins as drunken idiocy, which i'm always susceptible to. who did i kiss this time? there was a two called tom and henry, the first was a bit of a stoner and followed me around for a while and i kept running away from him because he claimed he knew where i lived. he was also rachelle's ex and apparently a bastard and she told me to run away from him. the second was a right perv and generally kept trying to cop a feel while i kept him at arms length. i had a very long skirt on there was no way he was getting up it but his hands thought they could get through it. i mamaged to get away from him and he got bored of trying to find me and tried it on with someone else.
i also kissed clare and some other random boy who was very sweet but i never saw him again afterwards which was irritating.

katherine disappeared and camille simon and clare tried to help me find her which involved us all removing our shoes and running around grass
katherine looked very pretty with her hair curled and whatnot ;)

as ever i engaged in uncomfortable embarassing conversations with pretty much everyone i sat down next to and i lost my shoes which katherine found and then i found her missing shoes - sisterly love!

that's pretty much all i can recall, it's much longer than i expected
it was alright i suppose
katherine described it as a really expensive naff house party
i think that describes it quite well, it was expensive and there were too many people
i ve had cheaper better nights out lol