The Alchemist ball

The annual Alchemist Ball (read "chemistry piss-up of the year") was held at the Star room overlooking the splendiferous Darling Harbour. The evening started out in a very civilised manner with most attendees courteous enough to turn-up sober (even we managed that) and in fabulous costumery but due to the unendless supply of free alcoholic beverages that were available it descended into a drunken mess fairly rapidly.

It would be an understatement of the highest order to say that we were baloobas and as depicted below some of the antics involved Pip mounting me in the middle of the dancefloor - which severly interferred with my wonderful shape-throwing. I thought this was hilarious at the time but in retrospect (when I look at the look of pure pleasure on Pip's face in the photo below) I think she may have been enjoying the experience a little too much ... if you catch my drift!

Around midnight or so they ejected us all from the premises and our revellry was forced to move on to other locations. En route to one of the late drinking emporiums we stumbled (literally) upon a couple of very attractive birds which we found impossible to resist mounting and riding in true bird-loving fashion!!