I may have made a promise but it didn’t stick. I even brought a change of shirt and smelly spray-on, but the thought of hanging around for 3 and a half hours, making excuses and avoiding people was too much.
Massive roadworks EVERY WHERE between my locale and the dance locale made me 30 minutes late and most of the pre-dance setup was finished but I found numerous small tasks to complete and popped out to replenish the Prosecco supply.
I changed to a clean shirt and joined Bill and Bronwyn in a small repast. Kalli had returned home to prepare her Tango persona.
A small number of folks arrived well before the official start time, 8:00, and I skillfully avoided any interaction with them. The music started and the hall was getting ‘muggier’. I stepped outside. I cannot function in any heat. Amazingly they did not turn on the A/C. Bill kept popping out to chat. I retreated to the car (hid). I had no desire to reenter the hall and definitely had no wish to dance. 8:45, over 2 hours to go. ‘Fuck it. Go back to the cave’ Good advice. I went.
This time I was aware of the roadworks and timed the return journey perfectly. Arrived exactly at 11:30pm. Bill knew I had left but Kalli was puzzled about why she hadn’t seen me. Remember I did promise I would stay, even if not to dance.
Battery powered tea lights extinguished and in their bags. Glasses collected and in the industrial washer. Table clothes folded. Chairs and tables folded and stacked. Pretty Lights rolled up and floor vacuumed. Rubbish bags collected. Lock up at 12:25AM. Excellent, only an hour tonight.
Stopped at the 7 Eleven for supper, Sandwiches, Crisps and choccies. Back in the cave by 1:00am.
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