It started at 7 with vodka jelly babies.
Hair curled, pinned up, let down and pinned somewhere else. Make-up applied. Dress on. Ready to go.
Then there were pre-drinks. And flat parties. And schnapps and lemonade. And some sort of punch served out of a pineapple.
And dancing. And dodgems. And Pimms. And swirling around and around. And more dancing. And photos. And polystyrene cartons of chips. And more dancing. And music.
The Hoosiers. Professor Green. Greg James. King Charles. Random DJ’s.
And more dancing, more dodgems, more swirling round and round.
At 7am, a flash, a cheer, a photo.
Summer Ball 2013 was over.
First year is over.