There aren’t many occasions for a Scout to wear a posh suit, shirt and tie without getting mud over them so when the opportunity arises I’m more than happy to spend a little bit more for a demure evening than I would on an exuberant weekend camp.
This particular SSAGO Ball has special significance to me, it will be my Birthday this weekend. I’m not particularly fond of Birthdays, and certainly not this one. To add to my melancholy I’m also going to be handing over my position as Publicity Officer. I’ve enjoyed the challenges this role has presented to me and the situations it raised, I’m going to miss them.
I suppose I should be happy about who I am handing over to, she was one of the first members I met in SSAGO and to boot her Brother had the role only a few years ago and his advice has been a positive sounding board from what has been to what will be.
Regardless, the handover went smoothly and expediently facilitating a few hours to take a autonomous tour of the city centre. Originally the plan was to catch a movie but we couldn’t find a suitably recent flick to accommodate our timetable.
We made it back to the hotel for a quick ‘makeover’ for the dinner and evening entertainment hosted by the Sheffield Hilton and accommodation, The crowd planned to set off from the Inn’s lobby, into the rain, around 7pm.
Dinner was more enjoyable than last year, I actually had a bond with my fellow table mates and none of them felt the urge to spill red wine over the entire table!
After dinner and the disco some local girls invited James and I to their Union, having a piss poor Union I’m keen to see other Student establishments so I graciously accepted. We were all a little over dressed but we were merry enough that we didn’t care, besides at a hundred miles from home why care?
A near vacuous continental breakfast, a few thank you’s, good byes and I was away the next day. I look forward to next years.