I was sat at a table with a property developer and his date (my ex-boyfriend's aunt who is still in the process of a divorce), his employee (my friend, with me as his plus one), a mortgage broker and his Russian ballet dancer affair/new wife.
The night essentially consisted of a million awkward conversations, dancing to 'house' and gagging on oysters.
I did not stop eating between 9-12, so much so that when I woke up the next morning I was immediately sick. A tactical pre-lecture chunder.
I don't know which Estonian won, they all looked the same to me.
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