Last night was the medical societies annual charity ball.
I bought tickets weeks ago and as the date approached I wondered what the heck I had gotten myself into. I am not a glam girl by any means. 9/10 days I wear some lycra-inspired athletic outfit to school, and have my hair in a bun, no makeup. Ever. The thought of having to wear a dress and heels for a night suddenly seemed like a really bad idea.
Turns out, it was a rather entertaining night.
Since I am a poor student I didn't get my nails/hair/make-up professionally done, nor did I go out and spend a months worth of grocery money on a frock (unlike *many* of my classmates). Got a good friend of mine to do my make-up, pulled a dress I bought in Canada and haven't worn yet out of the depths of my closet, and shined up my purchased-in-2006 heels. Tobie already has a tux since he has to wear one for chamber music gigs.
-me body checking my physiology professor and almost knocking the man down on a sprint to the dance floor to win a free spa package (I did apologise later but warned him for the future: never get between a woman and a free spa package)
-me doing a baby-Guinness shot with my anatomy professor
-watching a good friend have to bridge the awkward transitional dance to "I've Had the Time of My Life" with the Dean of Medicine after pulling him on the dancefloor with 8 bars left of "Footloose"
-getting to use a washroom that had sinks which contained only ONE tap (here in Ireland they are still obsessed with the "cold" tap and "hot" tap, thus making handwashing with warm water impossible)
-being complimented on my air bass solo during "You Can Call Me Al"
-attempting to teach my Irish friend the texas line dance and how you can incorporate it to "Thunderstruck"
-being the nicest dressed person in the hotel lobby as opposed to the worst dressed person in a hotel lobby (sweat pants are my preferred travel outfit)
-getting to see the Dean pull people on the dancefloor when the band first started to "Dancin' on the Ceiling", the man actually has some *sweet* dance moves
All in all, I was glad I went. It took some courage to leave the house in the racy dress (racy for me) but I was happy that I got over my insecurities and just went for it. Photos maybe to follow...
Oh and the entertainment actually carried on this morning as I got to witness many 'walks of shame' leaving our building which is prob 80% medical student tenants.
Dark sunglasses+oversided scrub pants+mens hoodie+heels in your hand=walk of shame.
Heh. Finally a perk to having a ground floor bedroom window that looks out onto the entrance of our building.