| Year 12 Formal. Glee. I think. |
[Nov. 17th, 2005|06:26 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  calm | ] |
| [ | music |
| | On My Own, Les Miserables | ] |
Yesterday, some twinkie asked me if I was trying to be a member of Guns'n'Roses. I shut the kid up by saying I didn't know who they were. He was too busy spluttering to respond. *Amusement*
Hrm. Now. What to say about the formal?
First of all, two and half hours in a hairdressers' chair is declared to be a slow form of torture. Even if the guy doing my hair was likeable enough. I scared him by saying that I was good with computers, and he told me that he's apparently a major figure in the local gay community. This did not suprise my mother or myself, given he was the campest man I have ever come across.
When he finally finished, we headed home. Stevie arrived just after we did, so he hung around while my mother attacked me - or something. I finally found a use for those old button-down schoolshirts that my mother bought me long, long ago and I literally never wore. Matt messaged me not long before we were ready to leave, saying that he was running late, so Mum messaged him back using my phone, saying that we'd pick him up on the way.
When he climbed into the car, he was not wearing his suit pants, but instead the ones he wore during the course of the day. Since we were picking up Dad on the way through, it was suggested that Matt get changed in the mensroom at Dad's work. This was duly done, with only a little anxious glancing at watches - we all assured each other that it wouldn't make that much difference if we were a little late.
Parents dropped us off at the venue, and, as I had predicted, there was a small gaggle of people (all guys, though I hadn't predicted that) hanging around outside who could direct us to where we were supposed to be going. We caught the lift up the many floors to the top, walked along the corridor, and up the stairs to the main dining room.
We were greeted by assorted people, and directed over to the table where Beccy and Dave had previously situated themselves. We put down our stuff, and went and greeted other people. I admired the view out the windows, took photos with people's cameras for them, and wandered around. I carried my camera with my on a lot of my wanders, but basically only took photos of people I had better than even chances of actually speaking to again. There were a couple of exceptions, but I stuck to it as a general rule of thumb. After each of my excursions, I'd return to my seat, drink some more of my drink, speak to Beccy and Dave, and then wander off again. Beccy and Dave barely moved from their seats all evening.
They called for people to return to their seats, so that the entree could be served. Jeremy and Sam presented a couple of awards to likely candidates, while we waited:
* The Kermit the Frog award for most green in an outfit: Shirley Chen
* The James Stergiou award for most stylish attire: Simon Theobald
* The award for most underdressed: Darcy Gilling
I took a couple of mouthfuls - it was mostly green; some bean dish, I think. There was apparently some chicken in there somewhere, but mostly what I could taste was "bitter". I gave up not long after.
After the first course, we were released to return to our previous occupations. Erin went and hijacked the stereo, changing the balance of tracks from Urban/RnB to retroish songs like "My Sharona" and The Grease MegaMix. A large proportion of people actually went and danced at this point. I hung around and talked to people, watched the sky darken, and generally did about the same things I did previously.
The main meal was called, so everyone returned to their seats. Again, prizes were handed out.
* The Dean Campbell award for perfect attendance: James Stergiou
* I have a photo of Craig Chen winning a prize, but no recollection of what it was
* The Olsen Twins prize for lookalike couple: Michael Ning and TianLu Li
* The "Dude, are you even in our grade any more?" award: Angus Shun
* The Kai Tan award for "You were never our grade: Treffyn Koreshoff
* The award for best formal presenters: Sam Zhu and Jeremy Rubel
The main meal was steak - though it was a tiny-portion-on-massive-plate system. It was fairly good. Dave tried to scam more, but the guy he was talking to was on to him. It was a very amusing 'dance around each other' conversation - there was a spare seat at the table, so it's like,
Dave: Can we have the meal for that person, who's just out of the room right now?
Waiter: Are they a vegetarian?
Dave: ...Uhhh, no?
Waiter: Well, we only have vegetarian meals left.
Dave: Well, I guess I'd... They'd better go to McDonald's, later on.
Waiter: Yes.
Again, there was a certain lapse between meals, in which the majority of us wandered about/chatted/danced/whatever. Dessert was this weird cone-shaped strawberry cheesecake. Tasty.
After dinner, people proceeded to set things on fire and inhale helium. ...And go back to the dance floor. I started singing John Forster's "Helium", but without inhaling. My camera suddenly reset ALL its settings - I have no idea what I'm going to do about that. Fiona and Beccy both complained repeatedly of boredom. Neither of them seemed to believe in my concept of "making the best of it." Beccy eventually got Dave to take her home an hour to an hour and a half early. I finally gave up on trying to chirp up Fiona. Stevie, Dacre, Treff, and Dee danced together in assorted groupings - I got photos/video of some of them.
At 11:20, I called my mother and asked her to either drive over, or send Dad over, to pick us up. They turned the music off not long after I hung up, so Matt, Stevie and I headed out to the front doors. Dad arrived, and we piled into the car. I took off my shoes on the way home - I wasn't wearing heels, but my feet were still becoming uncomfortable. (This meant that I hobbled my way into the house, avoiding seedpods on the ground. Heh.)
We got in, I had a quick bath while they got changed (I had to try and get whatever goops were in my hair out), and then we sat around in my room, chatting, eating junk food, and stuff. I collected my comics (took quite a while :P), and then we got into a discussion about Les Miserables - I don't remember how. I ended up putting the CDs on to play, and explained what was happening in each song/scene. I only got about three to five tracks in before I got bored and sleepy and turned it off. We decided to go to bed at about that point.
This morning, we had English muffins for breakfast. We chatted, watched videos on Connor, watched Bride & Predjudice on the main TV, had lunch, and hung out the washing - which I'd forgotten to do previously. We watched some animations by the creator of Harvey Krumpet, and were just about to start on Harvie itself when Stevie's mother arrived. Matt and I ended up spending a large portion of the rest of the afternoon - until I reminded him that he was supposed to go home - with me playing Gamecube, while he read one of my GCN strategy guides. Perhaps we're easily amused, but I had fun. *Smile*
( Photo highlights from my camera - in almost random order )
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