Kings: Puns About Balls

Each and every year, the Young Alexandra Society (YAS) holds a semi-formal event for students at the University of King’s College. In an era where it seems almost impossible to attend a formal event that isn’t being held in support of cancer or AIDs or TBA, it is refreshing and inspiring to know that events like the YAS Ball still exist. Not only is it supporting no charity, all raised funds go towards the planning and execution of next year’s event. Therefore it exists in a state of perpetual motion, feeding on itself again and again all to ensure that each and every student at this university, for the mere price of twenty dollars, will get a chance to spill a drink on some very nice clothes indeed.

I got very very drunk at the YAS Ball.

Actually, that’s not true, I got very very drunk before the YAS Ball. And I write that not because I like to brag about my drunken escapades, but rather because it seems important that you, specifically, know that in order to best understand these pictures. (But, secretly, I do like to brag about my drunken escapades. Don’t tell anyone.) In any case, it must have been around the time I was standing in my kitchen, drinking rum straight from the bottle with surprising ease, all the while looking (I feel) spectacularly dapper in my awesome suit, that I realized that this would be a good night.

And it was.

Highlights

• Mike and Danielle once again gave in to my insatiable desire for Couple Photos. Except in that first one Mike looks sad and a little sinister. So I made them do it again, to little obvious improvement. Finally, though, I was able to get this shot which is so great you could write a sonnet about it. If you wanted to.
• In this photo we get to see Erin, who was totally my date for the evening, and Kristine, who refuses to date me because of a marked history of bizarre behavior. (I still do not see anything wrong with declaring liquid to be my favourite state of matter. I bet you have a favourite, too. Post it in the comments.) Also they both look gorgeous, don’t they?
• Did you know that the words gorgeous and gorge have no etymological connection? I was so surprised to learn that. I figured they had to be connected at some point. Anyway, here is a picture of Rory rolling his eyes because nothing frustrates him more than girls wearing dresses.
• I should note that I took almost none of these pictures. I have no idea where I was for this one (that may make me a terrible date) but I feel the respective facial expressions really capture Bryan and Erin’s relationship.
• Thankfully, Sarah Jones was able to step in and grab some shots while I was off searching for excitement in all the wrong places. Here’s a great shot of the girls. Playing tongue are, from left, Christina and Katie. Absolutely shocked is Sarah. Grinning is Kristine. And, rounding out the group, Sarah Kromkamp is just plain bewildered and a little ashamed.
• If you pretend all that crud on the lens is snow, this is quite a pretty shot of Bryan and Sarah.
• Once we got to the ball itself — the previous pictures were all pre-game stuff — everything kind of changed and a lot of the pictures look like they were taken during some sort of impromptu game of laser tag. Call it high art if you want to.
• Hey, it’s Christina Macdonald and Max, once again giving me another couples shot. I used to know Max’s last name but now I forget so let’s just say it is Power.
• Kristine attempted to steal Mike’s girlfriend, something Mike strongly resisted, from his chair.
• Then he turned into a zombie and tried to eat her head.
• Apparently I spent a long time trying really hard to make those devil horns with my fingers, but could not for the life of me figure out how to make it work. Thankfully, my friends are always available to back me up, and joined me in complete incompetence.
• I had the double guns down pat, though.
• I think in this picture Rory has just told me some scandalous gossip. I’m not sure what else would make me hide behind a flower while he grins like a lovable scamp.
• Things kind of broke down as the night progressed, as everyone turned to dancing. Or maybe that was just me. In any case, we did manage to get this group photo which is really rather nice, though I look way too proud of myself for having my arm around TWO girls at once. We’re a good looking bunch though, aren’t we? Don’t answer that if you aren’t going to say yes.
• And, to cap things off: the day after.

The rest of the photos are available for you by clicking here.

Boy, I sure feel like I’m forgetting to mention something about that night.

Matt