Monday at Warped

Its Monday night, it’s just gone 11am, it’s Warped at the Burlington! (or rather was).

As usual I have just returned from the antics of the notorious science fiction society. Rachel decided not to go this week (being sensible and deciding to do lab work instead) so I left on my own. Upon arrival I was greeted by a relatively quiet room consisting mainly of Kate and Lizzy (hmm, quiet room, Kate and Lizzy, not sure quite how those things go together ;). The conversation was “interesting”, especially given Lizzy’s inability to keep quiet about anything, but nothing particularly noteworthy (at least not that I’m allowed to divulge).

Juliette and Lucy arrived soon after, at which point Lizzy challenged me to a pool game. “What the hell” I thought, I haven’t been ritually humiliated for a while so I might as well get it over and done and with. Surprisingly I managed to do quite well, sinking most of my shots and even potting two or three balls on the run (if you’ve ever seen me “play” pool, you’ll know why this is a rare occurence), which was made even more strange given that I haven’t played for ages. What’s more I even managed to sink the black at the right time without potting the white, which meant I won! Woohoo! (although in fairness Lizzy was on the black as well so it wasn’t like I was ahead by a huge margin). That certainly made me happy and slightly bouncy for a while. 🙂

As always the group split after a while, with people moving towards the pool table. There was an amusing moment when the people got up from the sofa and within less than a couple of seconds Eddie, Cez and I had all lunged to steal the seats (well it meant having a comfy chair and beer within arm’s reach—what more could you ask for? [perhaps a nice view as well, but looking out to the John Ryland’s library doesn’t exactly count]).

Towards the end of the night Tom and Jon decided it would be amusing to come and tickle me—problem is that I can hold one of them off but when there’s four arms against two it’s nigh on impossible to keep them all at bay. I heard mention of me having to provide information about the hen night (why the hell would I know anything about that?!?) and apparently they’d been sent over by Lucy and Kate. No doubt my sides will be covered in bruises tomorrow morning—if so I lay all the blame at their feet. 🙂

Overall it was a good laugh, with Gemma finally realising on the bus home that she will probably be prez next year (*muhaha*) with Lizzy and Rachel as her partners in crime (aka treasurer and secretary, although not necessarily respectively). That also means that between the three societies I’m involved in, I will likely avoid all committee responsibilities next year unless I’m foolish enough to stand for Compsoc Chairman again.

It’s also begun to sink in that I’m already over half-way through my degree, and unless I do a postgraduate course I’m going to be leaving university for good in less than 18 months. I’ve still not decided yet whether that’s a good or a bad thing…