Dead Sea Soup and Drop Dead Suit-Ups

So that was grad ball, eh? Well, in true Dan style I spent most of it depressed and hiding in a corner but I did sample enough of the event to know that under better circumstances it would have been a great night.

After a major shoe crisis (masculinity in doubt, permission to start calling me Danielle granted), the rest of the day went off without a hitch. A little pre-drink style get together provided the first alcohol of the evening, taking me to a grand total of four pints of lager and a glass of champagne over the course of a week and a half. For me, that is practically binge-drinking. And then, on to the ball in all our finery.

Two things I can recommend based on my evening: 1) Suiting up at every opportunity and 2) avoiding the Marriott hotel's food unless you want your GDA 6 grams of salt to be delivered in one spoonful of tomato soup. Nearly 9 hours and copious amounts of drink later and I can still taste salt! It was like the dead sea with garlicky croutons swimming in it.

An evening with your best friends in the world is impossible to beat, even if your venue manages to combine the worst elements of the school disco with what for the fussy eaters amongst us can only be described as gourmet Hell. Amongst the terrible music (with accompaniment by rowdy sing-along drunks) was the occasional good track though and the £32 one paid for the meal was more than vindicated by the delectable lemon tart dessert.

I'm not used to writing so enthusiastically. This feels way too upbeat to be one of my blog entries, but despite the gloom and despondency that I allowed myself to fall into due to circumstances beyond my control, I still can't help but come out of this with positive memories and feelings. The only downside that I can see (and I have to find a downside, just so I feel like me again) is that this is one more uni milestone gone and I'm fast running out of time before the most painful parting in history.

I depart for a holiday now, dear reader, and may not be back in the blogosphere for at least a week, although when I return I shall hopefully have many tales of sunnier climes with which to regale you. Adios amigos!