The ASEAN Ball should really be renamed the Ball of Spiked Hair (ha, double meaning just discovered). Actually, the whole society/club/racial sect should be renamed The Spiked Hair Club.
If you haven't guessed already, it should be called this because 99% of the guys there have spiked hair, and 99% of the girls there like spiked haired guys.
Anyway, after being conscripted into attending the ball on Thursday night by Yvonne, I quickly came to terms with it. How bad could it be? I'm on a table with friends/harmless people, there's going to be music, drink, food and laughs. Should be a awesome.
Right?
Overall, it wasn't too bad. Apart from the constant danger of getting my eyes poked out by spiky hair, or getting scared by the scarily made-up girls there. The food was of an acceptable standard. The food and drink was aight, but came with a hefty price tag. The laughs were very, very few and far between (that video clip made no sense to Davy either - it wasn't just me). Humour that doesn't make sense just isn't humour.
One of the more amazing things about the night was the distinct lack of Asian songs. Well, not that I expected them to play much of it. But at least one song. But no.
Should go to a ball with more white people next year or later this year. Less risk of getting eyes poked out or getting foot nailed by a 15cm stiletto.
Word of the day: ASEAN
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