So, building on my last success, I started preparing for my next adventure, which was to require much more organisation: going to a ball in Oxford! And this one was a big one, so I had to arrange a lot of things: I needed to arrange makeup appointments, hair appointments, nails and a place to stay. And, I managed it!
The place to stay was obviously my first priority and I was frantically contacting friends for a couple of weeks trying to finalise this – it didn’t help that some still had exams or classes or were organisers of the ball. But, eventually, one of my friends who was organising the ball said that they wouldn’t be using their room that night so I could have it.
That sorted, I set to with my hair, makeup and nails. All of these were nerve-wracking for me, as I was just so scared of making a mistake and looking like an idiot at the ball. It didn’t help that I was multitasking as I made my appointments by bleaching my teeth at the same time, not realising how much of a lisp that would give me. But, somehow, they understood me. I also managed to accidentally arrive to my nail appointment an hour early by taking the wrong bus, but the people there were really understanding and I even got my eyebrows waxed while I waited.
So, as to the ball itself? Last minute preparations were frantic, as the friend I was going with had forgotten her ticket, but finally, I go there and … queued for half an hour to get in. It took me a while to get into the spirit of things. I’ve never been a party animal really. But, it was so lovely to see so many people I knew without the spectre of exams over them and to have a little dance and some boss paella.
Long story short, I stayed there all night from 9 until 6. But, when I got back to the house, I actually enjoyed taking time to take out my hairstyle and wipe off my makeup and tidy up my mess from the evening before before collapsing into bed. It felt glorious.
Although I ended up only getting four hours of sleep, due to being hungry, sunlight and building work going on next door. So my friend (the organiser) and I went out for Mexican food for breakfast and I got ready to head to London to see another friend. The plan was for me to rest up and go the next day, but I decided that I wanted to sleep in a real bed rather than on someone’s floor following the night I’d had – and a bath wouldn’t go amiss either.
When I got to hers, we chatted over dinner and I collapsed into bed, and the next day the shopping began. We raided London, and, despite the fact that I nearly had a heart attack (figurative) in Forbidden Planet and fell asleep in Starbuck’s (literally), I felt wonderful by the time I headed home. Ooh, forgot to mention, also saw the comics exhibit at the British Library, but felt too tired really to properly appreciate it.
So, I guess I really am learning to not sweat things as much … I have a few things lined up for future, but I’m not sure what will happen: Hyper Japan convention in London, my birthday party, holiday to Sweden, Welcome to Night Vale show in October… Thinking about it now is enough to make me anxious, but if there’s one thing I’ve learned recently, it’s that it’s sometimes good to take things as they come… 2 weeks ago