Tuesday was the Christmas Night Out for the MDE and MDes folks. Frances had taken upon herself to organize it. It was after the last of the major deliverables for the designers–us ethnographers were still stuck with the large and icky essay looming large on the horizon. I think it was intended to be a night of drunken debauchery. As for myself, I would just as soon stayed home and caught up on my blogging. But no one asked me, so I slipped into the only dress I brought with my from the States–classy black lace–and pulled on my boots.
I wrapped myself in the sequined shawl that Alicia bought me at Zahie Max (the sari shop at the intersection of Constitution St. and Hilltown).
A pair of irridescent fuzed glass earrings later–a loan from Alicia because they matched my necklace (dichromatic glass from The Hunger Site’s shop)–we were once again, ready to roll.
The venue was Brae’s (chosen for its cost effectiveness, but also conveniently located). Braes is paneled in a warm, ruddy wood, and the room was invitingly lit candlelight.
The tables set aside for us were long and knee-knockingly narrow. They were decorated with candles in wintry globes and christmas crackers, and laid with silverware and prettily folded napkins.
Alicia and I were among the first to arrive–there was just a handful of designers huddling outside under the awning, talking and smoking. But we drifted in to our seats and they soon joined us.
Everyone was decked out in their Yuletide finery. To my left sat Emma and Will.
On my right were Bader and Collin.
Across from me were Liza, Ceara, Jamie, Ryan, and Gill. (Unfortunately my picture of Jamie didn’t turn out.)
The table was somewhat segregated–the designers sat at one end, and the ethnographers sat at the other, with the exception of Mal and I, who were mixed in with other groups. The other end of the table:
We cracked our utterly disappointing Christmas crackers (Harry Potter has forever ruined normal crackers for me), and put on our hats.
We ate an adequate meal that was more ample than remarkable, and then drew gifts from a sack that most of us had contributed to. (Alicia and I had totally forgotten, so we missed out on the drawing.)
We showed off our new loot (like Rashmi here with her Rubix Cube)
And then Alicia and I got bored and left for the Liar bar in the Dundee Student Union. Our boots, after all, are made for walking.
(Okay, so maybe hers aren’t strictly made for walking as much as they are made to be awesome-looking.)
Our compatriots eventually joined us
And a large time was had by all. Alicia and I left, like good little girls, just as the music started getting dancing good. After all, we had big essays to write. We decided, in the cab home, that nothing was quite as lame as being real grown ups.