No, this isn’t going to be about how I went to IKEA and had meatballs for lunch.
But here’s a picture in case you were wondering what they look like.
Where do I begin? Maybe I’ll start by paraphrasing the event description on Cornelius Ball’s Facebook page. It’s an annual event organized by the Engineering students’ union, and it’s named after their faculty mascot.
I spent the night before the ball frantically scrolling through Pinterest and looking for easy, simple hairstyles. But I soon realized that I wasn’t going to be able to recreate any of the hairstyles by myself because I can’t even French braid my own hair. Thankfully, when I crawled out of my room the next morning, Caroline and her friend was willing to tackle my coarse Asian hair. Judith, Caroline’s friend who was visiting for the weekend, had studied make-up and hair design, and she was one of those girls who could curl hair perfectly using a straightening iron. I honestly don’t know how I would’ve looked if it weren’t for Caroline and Judith for sharing their expertise with me. Tack så mycket!
After I put on my dress and shoes, I helped Karl put on his dress suit, which arguably had more pieces that a BILLY bookshelf from IKEA. Then, we sipped on champagne with our friends in my dirty kitchen while we waited for Karl’s mom to pick us up (limo hire is so 2013). On our way to the venue, we stopped at the supermarket to pick up some Red Bull. We may have been slightly overdressed to go grocery shopping, but we had to chug energy drinks to make sure that neither of us would fall asleep during the five-hour dinner service. We also walked around the grocery store looking for snacks that I could keep in my clutch in case one of us got hungry, but the bag of pretzels unfortunately wouldn’t fit.
One glass of bubbly was enough to make this girl’s skin flushed for the picture.
We walked from the supermarket to the venue and we were immediately greeted with a glass of champagne. We also had a picture taken before we sat down in the dining hall for dinner service. The phrase “Where do I put my hands?” was exchanged multiple times before this picture was taken. Maybe we should’ve taken our time to enjoy our drinks and kept the champagne flutes in our hands.
When we found our seats in the dining hall, we exchanged gifts with our table partners. These gifts were meant to be inexpensive but able to keep your table partner entertained for the night. I went to TGR (DAISO’s Danish cousin) a few days before the ball and bought a portable memory game. It was pretty much a BOP IT! knock-off. In return, my table partner bought me a metal brain teaser. There was another girl at our table who received a temporary tattoo kit, and she kept herself occupied by carefully placing the letters Y-O-L-O on her knuckles while she waited for her meal.
The dinner service was in Swedish, so I had to pay attention to what others were doing to not make a complete fool out of myself.
“Wait, why are we clapping?” “Clap if you’re hungry, Rei!” “Oh, okay!”
Anyway, the dinner service was amazing! They kept the menu a secret until the day of the ball and it was exciting seeing each plate placed in front of you. I would’ve taken pictures of the food, but my understanding was that it was rude to take your phone during the dinner service. The appetizer was a blue cheese mousse served with chutney and dried figs. It was served inside a wine glass, and it was also served with arugula sprinkled with sunflower seeds. The entrée was duck confit served with applesauce and pumpkin purée. The meat fell right off the bone and it went well with the red beet salad on the side. Naturally, we had to critique each dish as if we were the judges on Masterchef Australia – DID I MENTION THAT THE NEW SERIES PREMIERS IN LESS THAN A MONTH? And the dessert – that was probably my favourite part of the meal. It was a rich brownie that was served with ice cream, raspberries and a hollow chocolate dome. Then, another waiter came to our table to pour hot caramel sauce that’d melt the dome. Warm chocolate sauce, everywhere.
After we finished eating, we went outside to watch a fireworks show. That lasted for about 20 minutes, but we probably had to wait 40 more minutes outside until we were allowed back inside for the after-party. It was a cold, windy night, so that probably explains why I woke up next morning with a stuffy nose. When we were finally allowed to re-enter the building, we went to the bar for sexa (Swedish word for a light meal after a party, but I think it also refers to an after-party for students who worked at a nation club because it sometimes goes on until six in the morning). But sexa was bit of a letdown because we were served soggy vegetarian lasagna that tasted like it had been out of the oven for a long time. Disappointing lasagna aside, we slowly sipped on our IPA that was included in the meal and let our feet rest before we danced some more. I think we ended up spending too much time in the bar and missed our opportunity to waltz and foxtrot. I wonder how much time I wasted watching tutorials on Youtube at double speed earlier on in the week…
Anyway, the dance ended at three in the morning, and to make a long story short, my feet were disgusting by the end of the night. I’d definitely like to go to another ball, and I rate my night a 10/10.
And here’s a gif I really wanted to use in this post, but didn’t how to use it:
There’s surprisingly a lot of references to Sweden in Mean Girls! Remeber how Regina gains weight by eating Kalteen bars? Yeah, they’re Swedish!