Last week I got invited to a house party by Tom, an honours student in my department, and on Saturday night went over to Dutton Park for the festivities. It was a house-warming party thrown by Tom and his roommates, one of whom I had randomly sat next to at a not-so-interesting talk on Cicadas. Turns out many of the people there had been at the Cicada talk too, so all night we were shouting, "CICADAS!" and imitating Cicada calls.
Anyway, the night got longer, one thing led to another, some girls put eye-liner on me, and eventually I fell into the bonfire/firepit. Not really a great story. It kind of hurt.