Here it is. the penultimate entry to this blog. The prom.
I thought I’d write this while events were still fresh in my mind, which explains the late posting.
I got there about half an hour early, but sat in my mum’s car until more people turned up, then waited with them for the event to begin. At the same time I was also waiting for the limo carrying dale, Simon, James and Ben just to see what they got for the amount of money they spent on it; I was seriously considering joining them at one point, but declined as I thought the time-money ratio wasn’t worth it, and I didn’t have that much cash anyway. I turned out that Ben was already half-pissed when he got out the limo, as I got reports that he had downed a bottle and a half of champagne; this theme carried on throughout the night.
When we finally went in, we sat at the tables for a while just generally chatting, with the main topic being alcohol and what Ben was going to turn out like at the end.
When the food came my table was thankful for having me around, as I was the only one there who knew the proper formal eating routine, as I just stopped James using his pudding spoon in his soup. The food in itself wasn’t excellent. I started with the tomato and basil soup, this was the highlight of the meal for me as it all went downhill from here. Next was the “supreme of chicken”, one word which did not describe it was “supreme”; all I was presented with was a chicken breast on top of a ratatouille-type substance with a gravy and veg (the veg in themselves were a disgrace, as I would have thought that the hotel would have used more seasonal vegetables rather then the more wintery Swede, carrots and sprouts). For desert I had the toffee cheesecake, it was rubbery at the very least, and wasn’t even a toffee cheesecake as it was only a plain cheesecake with a toffee sauce.
After the food had gone it was time for the speeches and leavers video. Part of me knew I would get at least one mention, but the other half hoped I wouldn’t. I was home free until Mr. Finn’s speech on the DVD, where he mentioned me (but laughter drowned out what he was saying about me) and then was followed my him and Mr. birch “testing” my project, my only comment to this was that it had better still be operational when I come to get it in November.
The disco then followed. The starting song was a bit of a surprise to me, as disco’s usually start with pop then just fling “The Time Warp” in somewhere between then and the end, although when I heard the intro I wasn’t best pleased, as the version the DJ played was an abomination. As a rule “The time warp” is a male-female duet, usually sung by Richard O'Brian and Patricia Quinn (or whoever played Riff-Raff and Magenta in the on-stage version), but the version played was the abysmal cover by Damian. Nonetheless I still got up and danced the time warp the way it should be done.
Between then and the end I only danced a couple more times, both to songs I requested. Both went down well and are the sort of song’s that you hate to admit that you love, the cheesy party songs: “The Cha Cha Slide” and “YMCA”
I decided that near the end I was going to make a spectacle of myself one last time, and got up onto the raised bit of stage in front of the DJ and did the YMCA in front of everyone along with a few others, and I will say now that as I was doing the dance I was stone-cold sober, as I’m a non-drinker by principal, having only had J2Os and Coke the whole night.
Later today I’ll be writing the sign off and setting up the next blog that will last over the summer and end in September.
