by underworlddreams on Tue Apr 20, 2004 11:05 pm
Bluergh!
All of this has left a very sour taste in my mouth. I hate bitching, I hate it when people feel let down, and I hate it when motivations and events are given clumsy post-mortems. As far as I was concerned at the time, we were letting the society know about the possibility of failure before it had the chance to happen. If it publicised the ticket sales, so be it - but personally, I wanted to make sure that people weren't told the night before that the event was cancelled without any prior warning.
The Image Maker (student film recently screened) was meant to be shown last term, but thanks to last minute technical difficulties had to be postponed until this term. It wasn't a pleasant job for people to tell all of those who'd hired kilts/suits and done themselves up (it was black tie for the circle tickets) that it was cancelled. It also wasn't a pleasant job telling all those proud parents/families of the cast and crew that they'd driven and flown all the way to the back of beyond for no reason. I didn't have to do this - however, my friends did, and they didn't like it at all. That couldn't have been forewarned. I felt that this could be.
Not many Balls have as many people coming from outside the town to attend as this. Obviously we've no real experience with this kind of large-scale logistics, or with organising a Ball at all. In words that you'll never hear from the government, or the university, or the Union for that matter - "A mistake was made. We're sorry."
The impromptu meeting on Sunday was just that. There was no intention of discussing the Ball in any serious manner, but, when it came up it became apparent that we weren't doing as well with ticket sales as we had hoped. Yes, it's St Andrews, and you can say that everyone leaves things to the last minute, but at the time we were panicked and wondering what the hell we'd do if the Ball had to be cancelled. And it would have to be if tickets had continued to be sold at the same rate - around 30 dinner tickets (so we thought - and it couldn't have been many more) in around a month. I don't know about the rest of the committee, but I was extremely worried about letting people down. So sue me.
Now, shall we forget all this shit and just get absolutely, well and truly, utterly and thoroughly pissed on Saturday? I for one will be so bladdered, I'm booking my stomach pumping already. I hear we can get a discount if we book 10 or more.
The Golf Hotel won't know what's hit them...
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