Today’s the day of the work annual dinner dance, something that I usually avoid, however, I am quite looking forward to this one: and it's fancy dress. I pick up the costume in the morning and then spend a ridiculous amount of time traipsing around Isetan and Parkson looking for a shirt that would go with my outfit as the Mad Hatter, before finally accepting the fact that I didn’t need a new shirt, as no one would even notice whether I had a shirt on at all: I would be wearing the most ridiculous top-hat on top of a bright orange curly wig. Oh and not to forget the huge bow tie and long suede brown jacket!
I am quite exhausted before it even starts, having been wandering about town etc. Anyway, time comes and Lewis picks me up (dressed as Superman) and we arrive a bit early to find a few others milling about in various state of fancy dress so we get changed properly, meet up with Ali and go for a drink in the hotel bar. Mad Hatter, Superman and Marilyn Monroe all having a drink together: I am sure there is a joke there somewhere...
I was surprised how many people actually made an effort to get dressed up, and in fact it was the people that didn’t make the effort that looked out of place. On our table were Princess Fiona, Snow White, Darth Vader, the Murderer from Scream, Zorro, Anna Maria Verdugo (Zorro's girlfriend), Marilyn and me, the Mad Hatter! So the evening goes on: we are served our food (which is really nice) and the waiters keep filling my glass up with wine. There are a few acts on, which were quite good, and I was enjoying it all the more knowing that there was plenty of wine to go down, and I’d had a large portion of it already! Funnily enough, I had to go on stage to award some prizes, which was a bit of a challenge seeing as I was a tad inebriated!
After the acts were over (including an audience participative rendition of Brittney Spears’ ‘Womaniser’) and awards for various things were given, people started to leave, so with 95% of the people gone, there were only a few die-hards left to get on the dance floor – me included – and the next thing I knew I was dancing to Dancing Queen. Oh dear…
I was actually very pissed by this point, so of course I was up for going on elsewhere and we ended up, me, Marilyn and Superman, heading to the Beach Club for a few more drinks: I have no real recollection of the evening from this point onwards, only that I thought that I’d lost my bag, but also remember being a bit blaze about the whole thing, which is unlike me. And stupid really, as my whole life was in that bag, including my passport!
I did make it home eventually, with bag (Lewis was sitting on it) and fell into bed.
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