Current mood:	satisfied
Current music:	Frank Sinatra- The Tender Trap

Whap!
Let me just begin by saying, mascara is bloody annoying.

So spent all my money on piratey things that I'm never going to wear ever again, but what the hell. Mascara and kohl fell through some portal to hell and hit me in the eye. Elisha picked me up at six, we listened to the fuzboll on the radio in the car, got lost but finally found our way to Harry's hugely incredibly massively rich country house and I swear to God there were Titians on those walls. Met by servants, shown to rooms. Went down through the gardens (he has a lake. A lake, Miss Bennett) to the pool and stood around awkwardly while nobody talked to us.

The first thing Slaine said to us was that she felt like a whore. X) Well, Slaine, that outfit of yours was perhaps daring but I wouldn't use the word 'whore' in particular. We love you, bustier girl!

So I drank Pimms. Which isn't that great, but whatever, it was the sociable thing to do. When more people arrived we went and sat down at our designated tables by the side of the pool, and it became apparent that I was to be Lotty Devon for the night. I sat next to Hugo Gye, Alice Gye's older brother who was sporting an attractive white t-shirt with the words 'I Am Not A Pirate' scribbled on it in black pen. I liked him immediately. He's pretty cool, and asked me to dance, and got exceedingly drunk and mopey. And I can't help but think that this was half my fault, because after he'd remarked that I was being pretty abstemious in the alcohol department I told him about Trisha asking Slaine to get me drunk, and he wanted me to get drunk, too. He said that he considered it rude that I wasn't drinking much of the red wine he'd poured for me, and I said I considered it rude that he texted Alice to ask if I were worth the bother of talking to, hem hem. I suggested, flippantly, that I would drink more if he cried (he told me he was very proud of his record of not crying for four years), at which point he put his head in his hands and was very, very quiet for a while. o_O; Aha. Ha.

The boy on my left was called Tom and was quite amusing too, and as I had Waldo on my table (who kept giving speeches about being a gentleman and pouring the ladies wine) and a guy who was apparently a neo-Nazi (but you weren't ever sure if he were joking or no), I reckon I got the best placing. Tom played Cecily in The Importance of Being Earnest and had been taught how to be a lady and give loving, demure smiles to everyone. When I asked him to show me it was a truly terrifying transformation. He was the lady.

I was assured by a guy on Elisha's table that someone sitting next to me was gay. I just wasn't sure which one it was.

After dinner there was music and dancing, and I danced - I wasn't tipsy, exactly, but slightly invigorated - with Elisha until some thirty-year-old guy in a sailor's costume asked me if I'd like to, and, innocently, I accepted. It was only when he said loosen your wrist and your shoulder and always try to find my hand that I knew something was not right, and just as my mind was getting into aw, crap mode he started throwing me about like something, well, that really should not be thrown but is. Swing dancing is amazing, but goodness me, he was strong. I'm not fat but I'm no feather either, and wow. It was great, but tiring, embarrassing, completely malco but still great great great. :D They were playing Take The A Train, and all.

Momentarily talked to a very attractive American intellectual called Max whilst Hugo was off, erm, being drunk, who advised me that when anybody started wandering aimlessly about and gravitating towards nature he was probably very, very drunk. I liked him, he was cool. But he kinda disappeared after a while. :( Still! Danced with Hugo twice and sang Crazy Little Thing Called Love with him, because he is funny. And Elisha was asked to dance by Tom and some other guy with his pyjamas on his head, who she totally rinsed. Ah, l'amour.

And there was some drunk guy in a regency costume who was cool. He heard me loudly say alas! when the power suddenly cut and the music crashed, and he turned and said, excellent word, that! Then he tried to get me to jump in the pool with him and said he'd call me Charlotte for short. X)

So yeah. The first part of the party I was thinking, now I remember why I don't go to these things anyway. But it was worth it, and however bad I was that swing dancing was the most exhilerating thing, I just wish I were a bit more elegant on my feet. Then Elisha and I said goodbye to Harry, who obviously had no clue who we were, and we hit the road back home.

I think everyone had a good time. Cami had an argument with her mother which meant she was being picked up at eleven, but that obviously didn't happen. She was rather popular amongst the men. Sophie knew some Chinese guy from before and despite being unable to get home as soon as she wanted appeared to be enjoying herself. As far as Slaine is concerned, well, she and Paul were being their typical selves and she seemed happy enough when we left her. There was some paparrazzi woman dancing around with a camera for the whole party, so hopefully Slaine'll be able to get a hold of some pictures soon.

And you know, that effing mascara still won't come off. ♥