Friday night was Ceilidh night, in the true fashion of the Red Cross, which meant a nice combo of drinking, dancing and the odd first aid joke. Plus raising money for the Red Cross, of course.
It was actually a really good night; the band were awesome and the mini bar was a good addition - I got treated to my first pint! Ironically enough, I think. And amazingly not one person got injured...well, not until the end when one first aider fell over her ankle in the middle of the dance floor (she'll know who she is if she ever reads this!).
When it finally finished at half past midnight, it was time to walk home - well, into town at least - to bag a taxi.
Then, an early start the next morning (7.45am thank you very much) to get ready to go into town and do some collecting in St Giles centre. Although this consisted of standing around with buckets and waiting for generous members of the public to cough up some loose change for the good of the RC, it was surprisingly good fun. We had a good laugh - the three of us who were on the 'early shift' - and people were generally very willing to donate some money. So despite being slightly tired from the night before, with sore feet and intense hunger pains (???), it was really good, and we got some nice remarks from some people, commenting on the fact that the RC does some wonderful work.
Well, indeed we do, and we balance it out well with the partying side too.
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