Don't worry, I'm more responsible than I get credit for said my co-host the day before the fantabulous shenanigans of 2011, obviously sensing me getting fidgety. The gap between someone obsessed with detailed perfection and someone sporting a laissez-faire attitude has never been bigger.
However, as the staff showed up on time, the caterer delivered and there was enough booze to keep a whole rugby club happy I could relax a little. Speeches were held, food was eaten and people seemed happy - after a surprising family grand slam during the awards ceremony one could even say caution was thrown out the window...I (and most others) hit the bar.
KG showed his skills on the dance floor like every year, the band was awesome and the bartender was working hard. No wonder love and lust was in the air. I think no annual party has produced more pictures of people making out with slash picking up random people. A reliable source discovered something quite curious in relation to this - all four Beggos use the same kissing technique! Now I don't even like to speculate in how such a phenomenon could have happened...
Slightly tipsy (haha) I sent the barman home at 4am, and spent the next half hour repeatedly falling off my bike due to hitting the curb or being run into by Best tackler of 2011 - the other one, that is! =) The last thought running through my head as my forehead slammed down on the pillow was I'll never be able to sleep while the room is spinning...
About two seconds later the alarm went off. Feeling like roadkill I put some clothes on and cycled - still relatively unsteady - back to clean up together with a few other heroes. When the red wine was gone from the floors (and walls, tables, sound system...) the annual party of 2011 was officially over. Can't wait for next year!
