Till Alex is back from Faliraki. And I'm not freaking out as much as I thought, as I got a really nice text from him last night 
Last night we had our prom, and then we all went on to the club down the road. It was so much fun! I haven't ever danced so much in one night, though that might have been something to do with my discovery of Goldschlager shots earlier in the evening...48% alcohol, £2.20 a shot. Bargain. It'd be rude not to, really.
It would have been so much better if Alex was there though. For some reason my circle of friends seemed to include every single couple present, so I was stuck with a load of people drooling over each other (not that I wouldn't have done the same!) while I tried to cheerfully dance with the rare single ones. It was still really fun though. And there was a Scottish man dressed as a Viking who seemed to pick up on the fact that my friend's boyfriend is a pacifist-to-extremes and unlikely to hit him, and so was following her around.
Aren't I all growed up, discovering clubbing! 
Ick. It's so damn hot. Usually I love the heat, but this morning I woke up feeling a little bit funny, my hearing still woolly (but clear enough to hear the sadistic man outside HAMMERING at 8.30 in the morning 
) having had to share a bed with one of my friends and it was the most miserable morning I've had in ages! It was so hot, I was out of breath from sleeping!
Oh crap. I have a concert tomorrow and I haven't played in so long. And we're doing Firebird, and I'm playing 1st horn, and I'm going to screw up the solo, and....
I think I'd better play for a bit now. Damnit.
Also, I talk to much. Well, write too much.
