It started with my frozen limbs and strong feeling of hatred for the glorious public transport. I didn’t get a lift in the end, coz it is absolutely impossible to synchronise with professional personal assistant, if you not their boss…anyway…as prudent as I am (hmmm am I?) I had a backup plan, of course, which involved some buses…And, sure enough, my foresight didn’t tell me that buses have mind on their own…and sure enough my bus knew that I’ve been waiting for him, alone, on that bus stop, in the dark, with the strong chilling wind messing my hair, creating funky Halloween-party hairstyle to replace those golden locks that previously took about an hour to set…and sure the bus wasn’t going to be on the schedule for he probably knew this is my first (and I hope last!) trip by public transport EVER!
Anyway…arriving to the party an hour later, then planned, I’ve found everyone radiating party spirit and in a proper party mood…which I’ve picked up pretty quickly, thanks to the wine and snacks, that were still there...I must say, that this was a big party. And I mean it – big in size. Town Hall was rented for it (a magnificent historical building with the moulded ceilings, pictures of some old guys, I never recognise, all in a carved oak frames, huge dance hall) There were about 200 of us…or maybe more, at some point I’ve stopped counting (somewhere after first ten)…this year the music was very good (last year it wasn’t, though this didn’t prevent us to enjoy the disco anyway)…
Hmmm…now I’m at loss – what to tell next…what else one can tell about having a good time…dancing non-stop whole night, meeting cheery people, accidentally winning raffle prize and finally accidentally as well getting on the last train to get from Oxford to the place where I live…
Yes, I did dance all …errmmmm…4 hours and it was great (it was also painful to walk next morning). And yes, I did bought those raffle tickets and then when the winners were announced went for a smoke, so my colleague needed to go and get my prize for me (well, since I never ever won anything in any kind of raffles, I didn’t expect it that time either and since they turned off the music, there was nothing for me to do at that moment). And yes, when the party finished someone gave me a lift to the train station and I had no time table with me, but I saw a train waiting to depart and I’ve got into it (call it a drunkard’s luck)…when my hb met me at the station, he mentioned, that this happened to be last train for that day (which immediately made me feel happy as a happy piglet)…
Well, I wasn’t that drunk, of course – I was perfectly able to get off the train in the correct place, walk unaided from the station to home, leave in half-delirium few off-lines (am currently hopelessly trying to recollect what they were about and have strong suspicious, that I’ve got to make an apology, if I could only recall!). And only after all that, feeling that my duty has been absolutely fulfilled in every sense, fall onto the bed disregarding the inconvenience of sleeping in a party dress, smearing glitter all over the bed linen…
I guess, one can call such a party a success then...
Now RECOVERING...