From blisters to bubbles.
Well it’s the end of the summer ball (just got back at 4:05am).
I loved every bit of it and I’m so happy that Charlie and Steph did not manage to sell their tickets and also come. I really appreciate their company. For the summer ball I was escorting Kirstin whose boyfriend could not make it because he’s studying in London (I think, or portsmouth). Anyway, it is the first formal (in the sense of dress-code) social event that I have ever gone to and I felt so out of place but Kirstin was really kind and made me feel right at home.
After I had necked a few cans I was feeling much better and allowed Kirstin to persuade me into some swing dancing which I had no idea how to do, but she didn’t care and instead taught me the basics 
. At the beginning of the night before Charlie and Steph turned up we went to the noodle bar, even though overpriced, was really nice and considering I did not have any food before I left was muchas welcome. Worst part of the night was the shear pain my shoes were giving me, but this was slowly resolved (read on).
After a good night of drinking, chatting and dancing (and even a joint, wahoo!), we all split and went our seperate ways (Charlie and Steph had gone earlier because Charlie had work early the next day). I tried to act like a complete gentleman and help Kirstin with her god-awful cheese-wire shoes. Didn’t take long till we gave him and grabbed a taxi back to her house.
This is where things turned from awesome to SWEET. It had been Kirstin’s birthday the weekend previous and she had rented out a hot-tub for 10 days. Fucking sweet!!! Kirstin offered and I jumped in (in my boxers of course 
). I loved hot-tubs and I love them even more because I know what they are like (parents have one at home). We hung-out in the tub for about an hour chatting about our entire university life (what we liked and disliked about it, and who we missed, etc.) and by the time we got out… the sky was getting a tiny bit brighter. I dried myself up and climbed back into my summer ball stuff (-the boxers :S), had some toast and bid her goodnight.
On the way home I thought about university life in general and realised that this night is probably the best night in my life… the jacuzzi topped it off How fucking cool is that? I bet you guys are jealous! Hah!
All in all, the summer ball was worth every £ I spent on it… and I’d do it again! 
James
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By Ant, June 19, 2006 @ 11:25 am
Hot tubs are definitely cool, probably one of the main reasons why I like going home!