Last night was the graphic desgin party in town. It took me a good chunk of the day to decide whether I was going to go. I was bombarded with horribly adult dilemmas such as, can I really have a night out on a weekday; I need at least 8 hours sleep so I can function properly in the morning; I should be saving my money and gosh 'Town' seems horribly far away (15mins by bus)'.
L convinced me that it was a good way to get to know my peers so I set about putting my glad rags on. It didn't take long to reach the 'OH MY GOD' I have nothing to wear' crisis mode. How can we have three cupboards full of clothes and NOTHING to wear??!
A full hour of stomping around the house huffing and puffing because nothing in the cupboards says 'hey, I'm a designer, I'm cool and I fit in with the crowd even though I'm 11 years older than most of you and officially the granny of the class'! ... Can clothes actually say all that?... I'm sure they can but unfortunately the most my clothes can muster is a feeble 'help! I'm a fashion disaster'. Even the temporary blue hair dye, which a week ago had been my half hearted attempt to look slightly less ordinary was starting to fade into a lovely snot green. It was the proverbial icing on my very own burnt cake!
Several pairs of trousers and 20 tops later I resigned myself to jeans and a nondescript top - woo hoo!
It was L who drove me to the venue wearing pyjamas 'because they're comfortable, I can't be bothered to change and I'm not getting out of the car'. We argued most of the way because I ruined her evening by making her drive into town, get diverted as far away from said bar as possible (via the one way system) and hit every red light on the way. I despair! Every Day we are a little closer to becoming the couple from One Foot in the Grave with L taking on the roll of Victor Meldrew.
Then I spent the first 30mins in the trendy bar on my own, trying to look like I wasn't alone, friendless and unfashionably early... (I'm learning). Needless to say, it eventually turned into a fun evening... I now have a sore throat from shouting over the loud musica nd my ears are still ringing. Tell me, how can one have a good, hearty conversation and get to know people with such LOUD music???!
It is 10:48am, I have a horrendous hangover - the first in a long, long time and I've only had 6hrs sleep
I will now commit to memory via this blog, that I have met Nick, Phil, Graham, Tim, Steve, Paul, Lee, Will and a girl called Amy! Not bad recall for someone with a pounding head, ringing ears, a swimming stomach and bleary eyes! The joys of student life.
