a formal occation

friday the 20th of june was the night of the tss formal occation. lovely Ash invited me along with him. i think at first i didn't think it was the best idea, but in the end it was possibly one of the best things i'd said yes to. arrived in this chic black ute with some r'n'b music pumping out of it.. it was chic to ash not me. swear i almost lost my teeth from the impact of the music's trail of speech. so nervracking at the arrivals. over 100 people at the entrance screaming your name with camera flashes everywhere. i barely knew where i stood or who i was suppose to be. but all in all, ash had his hands and arms tightly wrapped around me little frame. as i was practically nothing in the dress i comprised in. way too small for my size.


the night followed with photos, both professional and anyone who held their own digitalised, imortalised, cameras. then we followed into dinner, with two nice presentations on the senior boys of 2008. also noting the fact that one of the comentators was quite merry. merry to the point where backflips on stage suddenly seemed highly appropriate.







I must say after the professional photographs i could not stop laughing at the fact of my face looking so unbeleivably nervous!
BUT throughout the night i had my lovely friend georgia by my side with a promising flask of vodka in her clutch. this made it's way through most of the tables at dinner, leading people to the eager thought of how close the after party was.

am just going to quickly go through the after party experience.. as i can't quite recall the "quick" experience in itself. the night consisted in a small valley not too far from my house. everyone attended. there was the "slothly" dressed and the "over-dressed" and the "weird dressed." i was catagorised as one of the weirdly dressed. wearing a backless black dress and some very high brogue heels.. i'd say that wasn't a wise choice. considering i felt like we were replaying some scene out of "The Sound of Music." yes but frollicing in -Degrees isn't the best attire choice either. but all in all, it was a great night. i ended up falling or should i say "passing out" in Ash's arms and being histerically dragged to a taxi at 3 AM.

waking up the next morning to georgia's face was possibly one of the happiest i'd seen in a while. partially because of the fact that she was still a bit drunk, i know she was happy to see me as.. alive? she is a great friend. an alcoholic one, but a great one.