
Casino Royale: Declassified
Hi Everybody!! We’re back, it’s not like we went anywhere before sha but we’re back as graduates. Normally, we don’t do reviews of faculty events because that’s their business however, due to the fact that there has been brouhaha as to the original review and considering that the blog is now saturated with “writers” and “eyin blogger blogger” who we have never seen a piece from on the blog and clamour from our readers, there’s hardly much ado about law dinner review.
First, let it be known that I have never seen Casino Royale, so this review is just my opinion as to the idea of the movie, basically, it’s like sitting at home and writing about an event you never attended. Moving forward, if you are a keen follower, by now you will be familiar with the workings of the Last Supper as we have previously described in Be(coming) a Law Student, this is a sacred day for law students, an escape from rice and spaghetti and white and black, from hot classes and even hotter libraries, from the streets of twitter drag and IG flex to the Law Dinner. This year was no different, and unlike last year with the #StarsAndViews (not my best work, I’ll admit), this year had a proper theme which was centred around the most famous non royal Brit since Lord Lugard and David Beckham….Mr Bond, James Bond and the movie, Casino Royale. Whilst I am tempted to delve into how exactly they expected that to work, I’ll rather focus on the Review.
THE BUZZ
The buzz around the dinner started quite early this year as opposed to previous years, with display pictures already out marking 30 days to the dinner, although, these pictures reminded us of the dinner, I think and I beg to differ that the final 10 days countdown made us “wonder”, although when your faces also appear on the third page and the back page of our beloved story book, I think you should start asking for money off image rights. The buzz continued without venue for a while, rumours of Eko Hotel, Civic Centre, Radisson Blu amongst others were all in the streets, at some point, we even thought this law dinner will be on the moon, after all, too whom 3 million is given, much is very expected. The reveal was low-key and the stage for Casino Royale was not Buckingham or MI6, rather we were treated to Havilah Event Centre. Yay!!! At least now, we don’t have to pretend that this is a Bond Movie (p.s not everyone got the memo). There was also the fancy list of award nominees which was glorious by the way and we must commend the LSS for the system of voting which at least got more votes than the actual elections. The small publicity stunt using myself and Semiloore as nominees for couple of the year was also a stroke of genius as it left people buzzing and claiming LGBT rights. Although with no nomination party as we were promised, the gbedu took a while to enter body. Over to the Dinner.
THE DINNER
Let me not lie, I was excited for this year’s dinner, we were promised amazing food, as well as content. So on getting to the dinner by 8:30pm, it was a bit underwhelming to see people still being begged to go in to seat (in typical law dinner fashion), the interior of the venue was dimly lit and clearly was going to be trouble for photographer or selfies, it sort of dulled the shine on the amazing dresses on show. The event proper started a bit later with none other than Toroti anchoring the event with Favour Uba and Toby Thugger, The Dean gave an address and she remarked that she would have been shocked if the venue was full by the time she got there, you people have a reputation now, baddest!!! The first course of the night was served afterwards, with trays of small chops on each table, which myself and Dolly gracefully accepted (we didn’t eat last year), this was followed by Asun and packs of juices. With the guest list increasing at this points, awards had begun to fly out at intervals and kudos to the LSS for giving us Plaques this year and not Paper Certificates. The dimness of the venue didn’t seem to affect moods as a lot of pleasantries were exchanged and a lot of pictures (of both friends and enemies) were taken. The entrée took a while to get going, with demands for food across tables but each table was eventually served with food ranging from Chinese (which also includes rice and spaghetti), Rice(Jollof,Fried and Ofada) and several other things I’m sure someone at least ate. With more awards given out as the night progressed, dessert was eventually served, cute slices of cake and whipped cream to keep those taste buds happy, although considering the number of people that got the dessert, not everyone was happy.
THE ENTERTAINMENT
Months before the dinner, there was a rumour that an orchestra will perform at Law Dinner but except the DJ’s name was Orchestra, we didn’t see any. Speaking of which, we would have been better off with a bunch of boom boxes and a mixer than the DJ in charge whose sound managed to go from bad to worse as the night wore, I was surprised we didn’t start protesting and demanding Our DJ (nuff said). There were guest artistes ranging from Dotman to Buju to those who we will know their names someday. Although I’m not sure if it was the DJ or we were just stuffed from the food or just maybe the artistes were at the wrong occasion and jumping on/off of tables, the “vibe” wasn’t just there. We also had a bit of magic, because what good is Casino Royale, if we don’t have magic with Law Alum, Precious the Magician coming to dazzle us…or maybe just the first three tables that could see the trick (guess VIP is more than a stapled paper after all). So we came and we were entertained, NEXT!!!
FASHION
By now, you’re wondering, who is Al-Ameen to write about Fashion, well, let me be clear, I am the Sauce, I write BCs and I don’t know the difference between hemlines and peplum and I am no Joan Rivers, so I won’t be doing fashion police, rather, I’ll say it was a turtle-neck affair for 70% of the guys, which shouldn’t be shocking considering James Bond is all black and white and that’s us on every other day of the week, and as to the ladies, who are billionaires in their own right, everybody looked like whole meals. Yes, there were a few offs but we make do with what we have, you don’t see us complaining about the number of articles on the blog this year, so don’t complain about our dresses.
Side Bar: I would have gotten help from the Estephany or Titi Adedokun for the fashion piece but they were busy… if you want to do something, got to do it right, whatever that means to you.
DRAMA!!!
A part of us dies without drama at any event, so in no particular order, this is what went down, nobody is going for law dinner, yet you see everybody at the venue, and wonder if we all paid the same N5000. There was also the small blink-and-you-miss-it drama with our story book launch, where the mic was cut off at least 3 times during an appreciation message that was particularly pleasing (partly because my name was mentioned) and because it wasn’t spammed on our phone screens this time. Very Lit Stuff btw, proper show of power and last but definitely not the least, the beloved review and fashion police that shook the very anals of our faculty you would have pitied the labourers working on the facelift which included several whatsapp statuses trading blames, with a particularly noteworthy one saying Maritime has a problem now, may God epp and safe us.
AFTER PARTY
Whatever happens at the after-party stays at the after-party, except the very terrible DJ.
Side Bars:
Law Dinner 2018, Great lighting, Zero Content. Law Dinner 2019: Bad Lighting, Good Content…why didn’t we just save up and merge both
2017, N3500. 2018, N4000, This Year, N5000, Next Year, need I say more.
Casino Royale but nobody pulled up in a BMW
Who won the N100, 000 for Best Dressed anyway??? Audio Money.
Still a better show than the Headies
Thank you for voting Bolazzz as best clique, we’re still doing the maths on how to divide paper into 13 equal parts.
Mischief Managed.
Al-Ameen. OG Sauce. Regional Chairman, God When Fellowship. @allaremeen on all platforms.
