It's been a doss past couple of days, even if Rikki can't remember some of it because he drank a whole bottle of wine last night. I drank a glass of champagne and three of white wine, yet remained markedly more sober (I was dizzy for an hour or so, and that was about the extent of my inebriation, proving that I'm no lightweight).
For dinner, I had breaded Brie- later used to make a "cheese sandwich" with some leftover bread- duck breast in gravy, and two helpings of tiramisu. The Union staff may be wondering today why there was a plate and a fork left on the stairs.
Before the food, someone called Martin Taylor performed table magic.
"Don't be silly, the ball can't be in the cup, there's a lemon in there!"
He told us to clap and cheer loudly, which we did.
After dinner, Martin Taylor went on to do a hypnotism show. He needed ten volunteers to go onstage, and I was among them.
When he asked us to pretend to play musical instruments with our eyes closed, I dutifully complied, but I resisted him when he told us to scratch our faces when we heard a whistle: instead, I waggled my fingers next to my head like bunny ears. People were coming up to me afterwards and replicating the gesture, which I found amusing.
The two people most receptive to hypnotism were kept on stage, and told that their left foot would become stuck to the floor. Weirdly, it worked.
Other than a partially-successful hypnotist, there were also chocolate fountains, a professional photographer, and New Young Pony Club playing a set.
Being a bit tipsy seems to turn me into a spendthrift, as I handed over ten quid for a photo of me and Rikki without batting an eyelid.
I missed New Young Pony Club because I was upstairs in the SAC covertly using Facebook and Twitter; however, I don't classify this as a great loss.
Rikki can't remember all of what happened next, but it makes for a good story if nothing else.
When I went upstairs to the SAC, I left Rikki on a chair indoors; when I came back, he'd moved to one of the picnic tables outside, and was falling asleep. It was still fairly early, but we decided to go home anyway. However, there were delays: Rikki spent a few minutes attempting to throw up outside the Student Union, then went to use the toilet in one of the other buildings. I thought it was empty, so I started singing, only to be surprised by a security guard.
If you think that's embarrassing, wait until you hear this next bit. Rikki and I were waiting for the bus at a stop which we hadn't noticed was marked as 'not in use'. Understandably, no buses stopped for us, so Rikki went and stood in front of one. While he was arguing with the driver through the windscreen, I was waving apologetically to passengers on the top deck. Rikki didn't get out of the road until one of his friends arrived and practically dragged him away.
When we finally got on a bus from a different stop, we struck up a conversation with a Columbian couple sitting opposite us; well, I had to do most of the talking. They were rather sweet.
We got home and into bed eventually, but then I didn't fall asleep for ages because someone was snoring right in my ear.
Today, we watched Warriors' Gate and The Sontaran Experiment to get our Doctor Who fix, and I had Lucky Charms cereal for breakfast. Our lazy days are just awesome, assuming you like old-school Doctor Who and eating a lot of sugary things.
I showed my mother the photo of us, and she said that Rikki has a "bonne tête", meaning that he has a nice face. Coming from her, this is high praise indeed.
There were plans for Rikki to meet my parents in two weeks' time, but that's had to be scrapped because they want to go to the Isle of Wight for a long weekend. I just hope they don't confiscate my house keys.
You look beautiful in the picture, Emilie. I wish you knew how much you meant to everyone and how much of an impression you left. RIP.
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