let's do a bit better...

okay, maybe there's a reason i don't post drunk, the reason being that i don't do it very well. i'm gonna try and make up for it, although this entry will have to be abbreviated too, which is why i'm going to spice it up with pictures.
first, the Provost's dinner. there was an official, that is, professional, picture taken of us all dressed up beforehand in the main Worcester quad. we'll see how that turns out and whether it's worth the ridiculous price. in the meantime, we have the ones we snapped ourselves.

the dinner was indeed very Oxford, with seating arrangements (the Provost must be surrounded by women; i sat across), and Deans and Tutors as fellow guests, and port to follow dinner (which was guinea fowl). there were so many drinks involved--each one a formality, of course--drinks with Elisabeth before we walked over, some kind of sparkly red thing for mingling in the Provost's drawing room, white wine for the starter, red wine for the main, something else for dessert? i don't even remember, plus the after-dinner drinks---basically we were a bit trashed at the end of it. then i got up at 6am the next day and wrote an essay. good times.

THEN we went to Cambridge, which is an absurdly long and jerky bus ride, considering the actual distance as a bird flies. Cambridge is pretty, huge colleges, greener, more of a small town.
we got back in the earl y evening, had dinner, went to see Amy's play.
i'm tired, and my room is a mess, and it got hot again, just after my visitors left, so i could never convince them that England isn't just rainy and dismal.

see another picture of me below, at the top of the St. Mary's tower overlooking All Souls college and getting teary about this place; i will miss it.