Unfortunately, due to my consumption of far too much alcohol on this particular evening, my memories are quite spotty. Hence I have to simply give you snippets of what I recall throughout the evening:
- On my right at dinner was a chap from Magdalene, graduated in 2000, I believe. Not a member of the club, but nice guy, we had some good banter. Told him he needs to come along to "Magdalene in the City" stuff. It's just one of those things, where you generally like every Magdalene person you meet. Very funny though, as my friend Nichole later told me she'd orchestrated it for the two of us to sit together, hoping we might hit it off. I didn't have the heart to tell her that after I came back from the buffet, he said to me, "Who was that girl you were just talking to? Can you introduce me?" (It was Orla, who is lovely). I think I forgot to make the introduction, but just as well, as at least it reassured me his interests lay elsewhere and I was just able to enjoy his company. (Because truth be told, while I thought him nice enough, wasn't that attracted to him either).
- At some point in my drunken madness, I had the idea to snatch Super Social Scottish Guy's camera and running around taking photos of people like the mad paparazzi in the bar. I just hope I wasn't too annoying... Was fun though!
- I chatted to the Young Tall Scotsman for ages, the poor guy feels absolutely hounded by his ex. And she really was constantly clinging to him all evening, like a bad rash. Was chatting online with my friend Melissa, and she was telling me how they went up on the terrace at one point, and the ex was actually calling him on the phone, demanding to know, "Where are you?" The poor guy, Super-Social Scottish Guy really needs to stop inviting her to things, as it's just unfair to the Young Tall Scotsman, he feels like he can't come to club events anymore because she's always stalking him.
- Being in the bar in the RAC, and the staff bringing over what I thought were olives, but turned out to be grapes soaked in some sort of hard alcohol. And he said it was something special they were doing for the Olympics? No wait, that can't be right... Memory is VERY fuzzy after this point...what the heck was in those things?
- Even worse, I think I got the idea into my head that these alcohol-soaked grapes would clean your mouth out like toothpaste, and I always love kissing boys who have just brushed their teeth. So since the Old Boyfriend (who I have no interest in whatsoever) was sitting right there, I kissed him. I of course will blame it on drunkenness later, but still probably gave REALLY the wrong impression.
- G asking me what we should do about S, the Wild Welshman. Wait, what? We need to do something? Something about he'd broken up with someone recently? Realised then and in my conversation with Melissa this evening (she was asking who he was), that although we talk all of the time, I don't really know a lot about what's going on in his life. Maybe G actually has more in-depth conversations with him, I really just have banter.
- Repeatedly trying to tie both The Twins's bow-ties. I must have practically strangled them both. I remember asking Gordon what was up with him and Melissa, he swore she's like a sister to him, and I have to admit I get the same story from her. Sounds like a me-and-the Young Dutchman type situation. But I love how you can only ask those questions when everybody is as high as a kite, it would be inappropriate to ask at any other time (and is probably even slightly inappropriate then).
In the end, quite a fun evening, but I definitely need to drink less next time!!
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