The night started off well enough. I came on time, looking like I'd stepped from one of those Graeco/Roman frescoes if I do say so myself. My opinion is you look good if you feel good. I felt good. I'm one of those people who thoroughly enjoys dressing up.
Met friends there, everyone looked great (with the exception of one girl whom I won't name whose dress seemed a bit too puffy and sugary imo). It was unbelievably crowded. It seems Stuartholme college Grade 12 is one of the biggest grades the school has seen in a few years (130 students I believe). So 130 students, their partners, their parents and a number of teachers, waiters and photographers all in the front courtyard. Definitely too much. We needed more space.
Met partner, Antony, perfectly nice guy (if a little quiet), South Korean/English heritage. Milled around and chatted for a considerable length of time, complimenting people and receiving compliments in return.
The Formal itself was held in a fancy hotel in the city. It was better than I thought it'd be. Our social committee did a good job this year. The food was good, the DJ played some old grade favourites and I think basically everybody had a good time. I had a good time, but I think if Andrew had been able to go, I would've had a better time. It's probably a mistake on my part that I only managed to meet Antony on the night. I probably should've met him earlier so I could get to know him better. Still, we danced, we posed for photos and he was a complete and utter gentleman. I could not have asked for more.
The one downer on my night (besides Andrew's absence) was the post-formal party. Now, the girl that organised it did do a good job, but I absolutely hate seeing my friends/school mates get blindly, staggeringly drunk. I hate seeing them at their worst, as some of them are really close to me and to think that they would just want to rid themselves of more brain cells annoys me to no end. Sure, their choice but I don't have to like it. I hung around there for about 45 minutes, had a glass or two of rum and coke and left. I felt a bit unwell in the morning, but otherwise I was fine. I'd hate to think how some of my friends are feeling right now though. Ah well, their funeral if they want to drown themselves in vodka, beer and whatever else crap they can come up with in a cocktail. They'll probably think me a geek for leaving so early and drinking so little, but I don't really care. I'm probably feeling better than any number of them at the moment.