Christmas Party 16.12.17
Isn't mulled wine the best? I am still glowing with the aftertaste, from last night's Christmas party. I wore my new, shiny black pleated skirt – which you can see in the top photo if you really peer and use your imagination. Well done Gina. Must model New Favourite Skirt with better strategy next time.
Anyway, some introductions: in the photos you can see Valentina in the green, taking our selfies. She's as tall as me (6ft), an Amazon; she's from Santiago in Chile and she combines Marxism with classical guitar play though her favourite band is post-punk The Pixies. From pixies to elves and magic rings: you can also see Anahit in the red dress, she's a flurry of energy: I think she's already organized a ton of academic conferences this past year. Her specialty is The Lord of the Rings (hence my pixies to elves comment, geddit?) and more generally fantasy, sci-fi, and superheroes. We spent the beginning of this Christmas party catching up on the latest Star Wars movie and agreed to disagree on the sexiness of Oscar Isaac, who isn't sexy as Mark Hamill (fact).
So, the party. I met some people I'd never spoken with before, or had barely spoken to, or not spoken to recently. I really enjoyed being there. So much alcohol. Afterwards, I went upstairs to change into jeans and sweater and cowboyish boots – the weather was freezing outside. I promised Anahit I wouldn't just disappear, and that I would join them at a pub called The Pear Tree. But when I got there, it was full and there was nobody from the party. So I left and went home. On the way, I treated myself in a way I never do these days, by getting a doner kebab and chips.
It doesn't sound like an amazing night out, written down like this, but isn't that the thing? These moments of niceness and warm feelings, with the added fragrance of mulled wine, and later, my favourite takeaway meal. Hard to express these feelings, of how I realize I've missed this Christmas light.I've included a picture of an angel because I can't put into words how I feel about last night. A party where angels watched over us, that's how it felt.