So last night was the DOSC (sailing club) ball. I worked up to the last second, sitting on the sofa in ball dress checking work mails two minutes before I was due to be sashaying up the red carpet, however, dragged my sorry ass to the shenanigans in sterling time. Twas a tremendous evening, Lucy Q, Katie & Chris and the rest of our table (all reprobates) put on a fantasic show of sobriety and class before getting down & dirty on the dance floor. Club politics abounded, and I now either have a variety of boats to sail on in the autumn, or none. We shall see.
Now I'm going to go back to becoming one with the sofa...
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