Saturday, September 24, 2005
Dancin' Fool
So I think that I was successful in making an adequate fool of myself on Friday night. I drank WAY too much red wine. I would have been happy to sit and drink away the night but, being in Scotland, everyone must dance at a ceilidh! Dammit. It is well recognized that I have two left feet and I definitely do not own a pair of dancing shoes. I was dragged up to dance by drunk and, therefore, annoyingly persistent colleagues. It didn't help that one of the traditional dances is the "Canadian Barn Dance".
"Oh, well Mike MUST know this dance. He's Canadian. He probably has a barn. He's had too much to drink." awwww dammit.
Actually, I think I was okay until the end of the night. That's when things got a bit out of control and my memory gets foggy. The party moved to our place...sort of. Only 2 other people were still up for it when we left the school at 3am. Unfortunately, 2 students were out as well and saw us stubbling and yelling down the High Street (I'm not exactly sure what these kids were doing up at that time). We made it back to our place and the rest of the night consisted of throwing tea cups, trying to get the EXTREMELY drunk teacher back to her house and going to Nikki's friend's place and waking her up. A long story.
The memory of that night made going back to school today a bit awkward. News travels fast in a small school. Nothing like a few young teachers to liven up the geriatric ward that is my school.
"Oh, well Mike MUST know this dance. He's Canadian. He probably has a barn. He's had too much to drink." awwww dammit.
Actually, I think I was okay until the end of the night. That's when things got a bit out of control and my memory gets foggy. The party moved to our place...sort of. Only 2 other people were still up for it when we left the school at 3am. Unfortunately, 2 students were out as well and saw us stubbling and yelling down the High Street (I'm not exactly sure what these kids were doing up at that time). We made it back to our place and the rest of the night consisted of throwing tea cups, trying to get the EXTREMELY drunk teacher back to her house and going to Nikki's friend's place and waking her up. A long story.
The memory of that night made going back to school today a bit awkward. News travels fast in a small school. Nothing like a few young teachers to liven up the geriatric ward that is my school.
// posted by Mr. Muir @ 2:15 p.m. 
