Consequently, everyone was in a jubilant, festive mood for Boat Club Dinner on Saturday night. This was a black-tie dinner in hall with the master in attendance -- which didn't prevent group rounds of foul-languaged drinking songs! I was awarded most improved of the lower-division women and had the time of my life that night.
After dinner, the MCR (grad student community) was having its every-other-week cocktail night, which was naturally jammed with boaties, as well as many people I just generally like to be around. We proceeded to viva, the "undergrad" every-other-week party, where dancing and bar-chilling filled up the hours. While not wasted, I was "somewhat the worse or the better for wine" (quiz: what movie is that from?), and thus I was quite chatty and prone to hugging people.
The only gaps in my memory are about how conversations got started that I remember being in the middle of. Which is really funny to think back on. Why exactly was I telling the MCR president to have more self-esteem because power is an aphrodisiac? Why was I recollecting the DisneyWorld episode of Full House with a fellow student? And why did someone tell me to pick up and twirl a 6-foot-plus rower when I was in heels? Good times.
Do boats ever get knocked over when "bumped"? No doubt that water is awfully cold. It sounds like a very funny sort of race!
ReplyDeleteI haven't heard of anyone capsizing (with 8 people, they're usually pretty stable) -- but a couple crews did somehow row themselves onto the bank!
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