It was an...experience. I got hit on by more British men tonight than I have in the three months I've been here. If they hadn't for the most part been so creepy, I almost would have enjoyed it, once I got over being embarrassed.
Talking to everyon as they got progressively drunker was another experience. Sarah, a girl I ended up working with quite a bit but, at least I thought, had never quite hit it off with me, was almost crying about how much she was going to miss me. It was so strange - we'd never been really close, and apparently she'd been talking about me to many people (Chip avouched this, having told me about it before the play tonight), telling them how wonderful I was and whatnot.
Diarius interruptus - I need to start hauling my bags downstairs.