There was also the Pre-formal Drinks, which was held at Liz's place. About 30 people went and I am not sorry to say that I drank all the Fanta. From there, a bus was hired to take us all to the formal. And of course, it was late. The bus arrived at around fifteen to seven. And it took almost 40 minutes to get to the city. So, we were "fashionably" very late.
By the time we arrived at the formal, it was seven thirty. And my friend, Megan was the only one at our table with the ever-so-cute, Thomas. It seemed that Hanna, Bridget and their partners were going to make a bigger entrance than me with my two partnerzzz. They got there at seven forty-five and Hanna was dragging with her Norman and Bridget walked in with Kiehl.
Then the nightmare began, entree was served!!! It was alive, screaming and kicking calamari, and the other choice was what looked like a pastry thing with vomit and chunks inside. I opted for the calamari not that it was that much better. I ate two rings out of twelve. And I was feeling kind of chucky already.
The nightmare continues, the main course!! There was again two choices: one was raw chicken covered in cockroaches with a little bit of side salad weeds from my dead neighbours garden, or there was a kebab thing covered in hot wax, glue, and what I think was cheese. I played with it, squished it around, opened the chicken up to reveal a grind up heart & liver substance, with bits of what looked like rotting, and smelly oranges. We looked at each other then back at the food. "I dare you to eat it." I heard someone say, by then the stench of the main course was making me a little drowsy and I felt like I was being lifted... So, I grabbed a fork and put the clucking chicken in my mouth. Then I pissed-bolted to the bathroom, to see it in reverse. Wow! Food has never tasted worse. This must be what evil tastes like.
The nightmare was over. Wait, or so I thought. The DJ! The nightmare continues! You have no idea how that song, "Backstreet's back" sticks to your head when it has been over 3 times in one night. The whole night was dance, and R&B, not that it was bad or anything, they just played nothing else. They said it was going to be Top 40 music, so it was Top 40 music from when dinosaurs roamed the earth! I am still in amazement that they actually played YMCA by the Village People.
Awards time. A couple of people got classic awards. I got "The Funniest Girl in Year 10", which I am proud of. Yeah me! A little wave in the celebration of ME!! There was a slack one which I won't put on the net. But people lost tears over it, which was bad....
It was maybe around ten that they decided to serve dessert. Pavlova and ice-cream with fruit salad. I understood that mine and one other table were the only ones with dessert. Sorry. Norman, Hanna's partner and I sort of ate all the ice-cream off the fruit salad. Ooops! The pavlova was nice. My partner ate a spoonful from every plate. I guess we deserved it after that absolutely replusive dinner.
Midnight came too fast and we were all sad to leave. By the end of the night, I think everyone made a friend.
Afterwards, most people went out to cafes and chatted. Or went back to friend's place for a slumber which I did.
It was great fun had by all. Thanks Liz for organizing it. Although, the food was crap...it...was...still..pretty..good..:)
