I had the time of my life

Today was a very good day in the entirety of my life for a number of reasons. I sort of came to the slow and gentle realisation that I was beginning to prefer Arthur Darvill over Matt Smith in the popular British television series Doctor Who and that I was perfectly OK with that.

I applied pink nail manicure stickers to make myself into some sort of half Asian half Caucasian Barbie doll of sorts and then wondered why there was so much odd Tumblr spam related to the fictional love of my life Rory the nurse. Today was the day of Arthur Darvill's 29th birthday. That too was special.

My good friend Catherine received her Soundwave Revolution (a punk/ hardcore / rock metal music festival across Australia) admission ticket that morning. I was of the mind, where the hell is my ticket? And whiled the day away watching Doctor Who DVDs and blogging till my appointment for the hairdressers came. An hour before I set myself with the task of applying eyeliner, mascara and getting dressed to go to my local shopping centre.

I got a few looks because I was wearing my maxi American Apparel skirt and looked unusually dapper for a place of such little class. I didn't really care, I was too excited. Getting my hair curled was expensive, $52 to be exact. I was dubious to begin with because the ends seemed to have a heavy corkscrew to them but the assistant assured me that as time wore on and I danced more that the curls would even out. She was right, my hair looked glorious and I loved it.

My brother meanwhile as I got my hair done had to go to the post office to collect the Soundwave Tickets my mother dearest had bought for us.

That was the second thing that made today oh so special to me and close to my heart.

When I got home it was time to apply the make-up. I had bought lipstick brand new, $25. Foundation from Channel that was $75... A costly but beautiful coverage and the sales assistant had also matched my skin tone so it doesn't look too bad. It lasted much of the night and was even and easy to apply! The fluidity as well as neat powdery affect it has on is great for insuring against shiny spots on the face and covering any last little signs of teen acne. Good to know I didn't make a complete mockery of the Channel name and had a face resembling that of a clown on one of the most important dates on the Year 12 calender. The fake eyelashes were a bit of a pain in the ass, but they look beautiful in the photographs so I regret nothing.

The most socially nerve-wracking part of my evening was to come next. Driving over to the Sportslink Community room which we had hired out where approximately seventy of my peers would be dressed in their finest, waiting for the Party Bus to take us the Ivanhoe for our formal. There was parents with cameras better than mine taking pictures of their precious little darlings to treasure forever and shoes to admire and dresses to die for. The girls splashed the table denoted for eating snacks and nibbles and turned it into a cloak service and bag holder.

The most amusing part of this whole process is the fact that Sportslink is a basketball venue which I have had the displeasure of refereeing basketball games for Metro level and been thoroughly abused verbally. But I took great pleasure in knowing I was free from the treachery of work and could take the night leisurely, chewing on gum, snapping photos of my friends; both flattering and unflattering without working up a sweat. Except on the dance floor.

It was nice just to have time to relax and do things I loved doing and didn't have time for. There are both bad and good photographs, funny and stunning photographs of some of the people I love and admire most in the world. I was a little out of practice but had great fun.

The party bus was a source of my amusement every time I looked out the window and realised we were absolutely crawling at a snail's pace along the main roads on our way to the venue hall. The sharp stops caused a few unfortunate girls to fall over since they were stuck with the standing room in heels and had only the poles to support their weight. My friends took it in turns and this year I made the excellent choice of wearing sensible heels that made me the same height as my gorgeous boyfriend who I was to meet at the venue since he wanted to drive to that place.

We piled out of the bus upon arriving at our destination. Since I had chosen to take charge of the invitation addressed to myself as well as my partner, as the entire bus walked past my I waited anxiously outside for my boyfriend to walk from the car park from the back to the front entrance.

It threatened to rain on my halo of curls, my face paint and the wind nipped at my bare legs as I held my bag nervously as well as two black envelopes. Since I stress easily, and although I texted Hamish to let him know I arrived it seemed to take longer than I had imagined for him to swagger into sight. None the less he did. Care-free as ever he looked weary but managed a smile for my sake. We got inside and found my other friends who had travelled by limo where I had missed out on fancy orange juice in champagne flutes with pink tinges on the bottom. I was not impressed.

They held us in the foyer, letting us sit around twiddling our thumbs a little more before we were allowed inside the hall to admire the vast beauty and the amazing work the committee had put into making this night so magical for all of us. My friends didn't bother with taking a trip to see Mr Tan, a teacher at my school who had set up his camera and professional lights as part of his company to take photographs of the couples and friendship groups.

I wasn't a big fan of the food, although it did look good I was starving by the time they gave us our entree so Hamish volunteered his since he didn't like it as much and saw that I was ravenous.

The best part of the night was when I got not one but TWO nice photographs of my boyfriend and I in formal attire. He's made it blatantly clear to me I will not see him in a suit just for any old reason and that when he does dress up I should take full advantage of the opportunity.

I was told that perhaps I was acting a little too couple next to my partner but in all honesty, I don't really enjoy dancing with my circle of friends because I am aware I look like a gargantuan dork. I don't think I'd change anything if I could have the night all over again except for more busy camera work but the dancing  I don't regret. I don't get to see him a lot.

You'll have to excuse the order of the photographs since they aren't in chronological order but I preferred to have them mixed up, creating the illusion that I took more photographs than I actually did. It looks a little better since the dark setting of inside the venue is against the bright lights of the community room and the flash my camera threw around the party bus, bouncing off of faces and windows.

One of the best nights of my life, something I'll dream of having and reliving again for some time to come. Hope you enjoyed reading about my escapade.