Omigod... I was soooooo drunk last night and I am now sooooooooo hungover.

It was the residents ball for the student housing that I live in and it was huge.... there was free wine and beer for several hours. I drank an unrememberable amount of white wine. The theme was Vegas and I wore my gorgeous dress with a feather in my hair and it was kinda a showgirl look. I will post a pic when the image gallery comes back.

Obviously retelling the night will not work in a sort of chronological story approach because, well, I'm lucky to remember most of it, let alone the order in which things happened.

So here are some of the more humorous moments:

-Because the theme was Vegas, they had constructed some kind of cardbox box wedding chapel and people could get married and get a "resball" marriage certificate. One of my friends "married" one of her flatmates and then rang her friends from Darwin and Adelaide rather late in the evening to tell them she had gotten married. She then kept on chasing her husband all night, and I think he was regretting the union.

-Because there was only one tiny bar there was a massive rush for the bar and you had to kinda push and shove a bit... I got pushed and the fall broke one of my stiletto heels... the only good pair of formal shoes I have because it's hard to come by them for wide feet. So then I was walking around Resball with no shoes on, asking random people if they could fix my shoe. My flatmate Sam is very sweet and tried to fix it but couldn't lol. Everyone else told me that there is a shoe repair shop at the shopping centre but it isn't open at 11pm.

-We just drank more danced and stuff and then came back to a friend's flat (me walked all the way back with no shoes on how crazy) and drank some more stuff we had stashed away and played drinking games that I was too drunk to understand. A friend of a friend was so drunk she was spitting on the table (how gross) and everyone was like what the huh! We had to put her in a taxi and send her home.... not before we ended up dancing around singing in the fountain near our residence and getting dragged inside by uni security guards.

- we then headed off to go to a pub....i couldn't get in to one because i was too drunk, they said it was my shoes (i had changed from the broken ones) but i highly doubt it. We ended up at the good ol Lansdowne. So we were just sitting around talking with lots of randoms from housing and drinking. And then I leant over to talk to someone and the strap on my dress broke! THANK GOD I had found a bra that worked underneath it, otherwise my boob would have been hanging out for the world to see. But yeah, half my bra was hanging out for the rest of the evening try as I may to keep holding up the dress. Very classy.

-My friend who was looking gorgeous and was very drunk started talking this guy, and then, HELLO, all of a sudden they are fully porn star making out under the bright full lights at the 'downe with the people who were stuck sitting next to them in a very awkward position. They were completely oblivious to everyone laughing about it or giving uncomfortable looks lol. So my other friend who was supposed to be staying on this friend's floor was stressing cos all her stuff was in porn star pash friend's room.

The lansdowne closed and we were kicked out, the kissing couple didn't detach from each other all the way back to the housing residence... then we went up to the roof, chilled, there was some other folks up there... raided the vending machine for chips and talked crap until the sun came up.

Then I had to get up early today cos I had some things I had to do at uni and we had tickets to a contemporary dance company's show from New York. So lack of sleep. Big hangover.

Thanks must go to my awesome b-climb babe Sarah for keeping me laughing all night and of course the wonderful Mel and Mez for making our resball anniversary just as hilarious as the last and keeping the tradition alive.

Those shoes were my resball shoes though, so I need to get them repaired for next year's ressie ball. It was a very fun night and worth the hangover. Hilarity!

The only sad part of the night was no luck on the boy front, but there wasn't that much potential I didn't think anyway... except I got hit on by this disgusting dude because my dress strap broke... eww he was so gross yuck yuck yuck yuck!