... get all gussied up at 5:30 pm on a Thursday. But I was told to show up for the party by 6 pm and it was gonna be one of those parties, that sent me scrambling to the back of my cupboard in the middle of the afternoon to rustle up an old (but good) dress that I'd completely forgotten I had.
... pay attention to speeches at an event. But this time I wanted to hear my colleagues' and collaborators' names read out for the applause they more than well deserved.
... eat that many profiteroles at a buffet reception. But I was in the mood for chocolate.
... invite an ex-student to crash a party. But panaphobic got lucky.
... dance in public. But the problem with declining to dance by advertising one's disinclination to dance in public, is that all one's well-liquored up colleagues (or even those who were relatively sober) immediately take that as a challenge. So when I let my guard down towards the end of the night, an evil colleague from Montreal whirled me out onto the dance floor before I could take cover.
... do the air-kiss-kiss thing. But when everyone's from Montreal, that's what you end up doing to say goodnight.
... mix white wine with champagne with vodka. No wonder I threw up on the way home.
Labels: Nightlife, Once a teacher, Personal
2 Comments:
Champagne with vodka!!! My sworn enemy!!!
I got luckier seeing you heat up the dance floor. Whoop whooop!!!
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