SexFest ’09. That’s my fourth. And four years is a long time – long enough for us all to have grown up, matured and put away childish things. (1 Corinthians 13:11, fact fans.) It’s embarrassing now to think back at how silly we all were – can you believe that we used to have celebratory midnight pillow fights? But that nonsense is all behind us now. We’ve moved on.
At SexFest ’09 we had a celebratory midnight balloon fight
In all childish-seriousness (I childish things) I don’t think I will ever tire of the little spark of amusement generated by the nonchalant mention of SexFest in conversation. “I haven’t seen you in ages – not since SexFest?” Next year is going to be a challenge though… SexFest 10? SexFest X? SexFest 1010*? And are people going to start saying ‘twenty-ten’ or stick with ‘two thousand and ten’? Well, we’ll see in due course – and happy 2009 in the meantime!
(*Not a typo.)
Part 5: SexFest Special
“Lizzie was coming out of the rooms as I went in. She was dressed as finely as ever, and she was not alone; a young man was with her, with whom she appeared to be very intimate. She coloured when she saw me, and seemed very uncomfortable.
“Are you better?” she asked.
“Yes,” I said, “and I’m going home to-night; where shall I find my clothes?”
She went into the next room to get them out for me, and I was left alone with the young man. He stood with his back to the fireplace, and with his hands in his pockets. He tried to make himself very agreeable by talking in a familiar off-hand way, and from what he said I soon discovered that I was quite forgotten in the Baker family. He had taken my lodgings and my place in every way.”