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Class of 2005. 2005-07-01 - 12:12 p.m. I put a good outfit together in the end, but it did come out of stuff I had in my wardrobe already. Turned out there was a skirt in there that I'd forgotten about. It only cost me £20 when I bought it nearly a year ago, and was pretty well perfect… as in, so impractical that I wouldn't wear it on any other occasion. It's a trailing along the floor type of deal. Then there was a reliable old low-cut black waistcoat, plus equally low-cut black netty thing underneath… The resulting combination was red and black, and a bit gypsy, and I was well-satisfied because I've noticed that most ball gowns look pretty much the same (identikit sheer silk in pastel colours), so it's not like I wanted to go for one of those. Plus mine cost me nothing. :-). It was the music which made the night for me. Two bands played, one of them from my high school… they won a competition to play at the festival, so they're damn good. They were followed by a group of 15 members which includes SisterA, Ziggy and Quarters… they have a big brass section, 2 guitars and bass, clarinet, saxophone, drumkit, 2 big samba drums, and vocals over the top. They tend to play swing-style music, or anything with lots of trumpets… Ziggy and SammyGlasses come up with the tunes, or they play covers. I love their stuff… There are so many of them, they make a really big sound, and they're all really good musicians, who above all have a great time on stage. Even though barely anyone at the ball had heard them before, the dance floor was full by the second song. Originally the 6th form council had arranged for a DJ to play the whole evening, until people such as me suggested it would be good to have some bands. Anyhow, the DJ arrived before the first band had even started, and didn't look very happy to be upstaged. He sat in the same spot all evening, sometimes morosely sorting through his CDs. Almost felt sorry for him really. He got a good two hours of cheese in before the end of the night, though… by which point I was happy enough to enjoy anything, really. Even the bloody macarena… group dance routines have always struck me as faintly sinister… as if calculated to make drunk people look like zombies. I wouldn't have had so much fun though if my friends hadn't been there. LGC was hilarious… I feel a little guilty for laughing at her, cause she's my best friend, but she's so funny when she's drunk. Borderline embarrassing, cause she's so loud. Especially when she gets an idea. Example: BigD won the 'most likely to become a tramp' award… his look is so unkempt that he must put effort into it– hair artistically wirey etc. He wears his trousers so low across his arse that if he pulled them up, they'd probably look like shorts. TheRock won the 'most likely to become a monk' award. Which is odd, because he isn't Christian. I kind of see why he got it though… he's very disciplined, or something? He had fun wearing the crucifix in his belt and telling people he's celibate. I have to say that TheRock and I were not very good partners. He tried to get me to pirouette but I always managed to spin in the wrong direction. It was at this point that WankeredMate! came up and tapped TheRock on the shoulder, and told him to "Look after her, yeah, cause she's a fucking catch!" Wahey! I am a 'fucking catch'! Quote from 'WankeredMate!', class of 2005. The gypsy look was working for me, I feel. :-). I kind of think WM hasn't twigged that TheRock is incapable of being my boyfriend, ever, though, the reason being something else which makes him unsuitable for monkhood, and was quite heavily suggested by his outfit. He was wearing a black fitted waistcoat which looked very good on him but nonetheless made him look very… "German!" as my SisterB said. It was a good night, but kind of poignant. Nearly all my friends gathered together, and our time together is ticking down… TheRock, Quarters, BigD and Ziggy are all staying back home next year, Ziggy to do a music course, and the others are taking a gap year before uni. Bean is going all the way to Bangor in northern wales, I'mSorry to Exeter (probably), LGC to Bristol, myself to Durham, SisterB to Cambridge, SisterA to Warwick. Sure, we'll see eachother on long university holidays, and our families will remain in the same place, as a common base. But things will change. "Are you ok?" asks Bean, his trademark enquiry. And on that note… ~T.
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