After the autumn ball
Matt and I left the Autumn Ball around one, my earliest yet. Sad thing is I wasn’t carry-home drunk (like in 2011 and 2014), and it’s not as if I’d scored (2013). 2012 had been the best year for me, laughing into my wine-stained Barbour as the sun came up. But in 2015 nothing was really happening for me, so as soon as I saw Matt with his scarf on, I said we could share a cab. He said he was walking, so I walked too. I lived kind of his way. Was he just tired? Just tired, apparently. I was tired too. It was tiring. Yes, very good this year, but very tiring. Lots of ceremony, yes. And your first two at the bar free! Tickets went up this year, too, and I was sat at a table where I only knew Matt, and Emma, and Emma left before her dessert. I made a mental note to ask Ma
