Then it wasn't a job befitting your capabilities, Crem. 
The Ball was great fun. We were on a table with three couples we've known for years; the only problem is that our table was so close to the band we could hardly hear ourselves speak and I've gone hoarse from shouting. It was a fundraiser for the two youngest daughters of friends, who suffer from severe (life limiting ) epilepsy, and they are trying to raise funds to take them to the US for treatment. Our friend made a very emotional speech about the girls; it has been such a hard journey for them, even though they are relatively well off, educated and articulate, they have to fight on a daily basis to get support the girls deserve - heaven knows how anyone with less confidence, brains and sheer determination would get anywhere. 
Food was delicious and there were lots of nice things being auctioned and raffled off to raise more money. We didn't come home with any goodies but somehow DH and I managed to get signed up to do a fundraising 5k "military style assault course though hilly and muddy natural terrain" in March with the aforementioned three couples. My BF, who is considerably fitter than me, had to be restrained from putting us down for 10k.
Cripes, what have I done?! 
No, I haven't forgotten our Friday meet, but can you PM me the deets, MrsS? I may be a little more abstentions than usual, as it's the day after our Christmas party. Or I may be in the mood for hair of the dog...