sandhurst - condensed report

[daf]

went to sandhurst for tab's graduation ball on friday.
had to hire a tux & everything for it!
finally got to camberley at about 8pm - deadlines for essays and all that :/
walked about a mile down the road to the wrong entrance in my enthusiasm to get there on time.
the ball itself was pretty enjoyable, although the fireworks stole the show... they must've spent quite a pretty penny on them i can tell you.
did some mine-sweeping - mainly for the danger element.
then there's an alcohol induced mist...
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there was a toys out the pram moment which culminated in my leaving the base with what subsequently turned out to be paul's bag, not mine. doh!
i came to my senses at a train station... in guildford! wtf?! o.O
caught a train back to sandhurst & walked back to the base
talked my way back into the site and then tried to find tab & company - sandhurst is like a rabbit warren, but that didn't stop me.
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fortunately, my account of finding myself in guildford tempered tab's anger at my drunken antics


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notes from the mist:

some people inquired as to whose friend i was, my reply: "it's classified" - obviously i was concerned my behaviour might result in tab having to repeat the training [the punishment for guests misbehaving]
canadian gloves are warm

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[crazymeandave.livejournal.com]

i'm not entirely sure... he's an officer, that much i do know, but what flavour of officer, however, i can't say :/