Last night was our first formal at Teddy Hall. It was good fun, nice, small, quiet and intimate. We had to wear our robes, so it was especially Harry Potter-esque. We sipped wine and got made fun of (per usual) for having nasal-y accents, but the food was impeccable, and then, The Buttery.
The Buttery was BUMPING. So much fun. Talie, Isabel, Lizzie and I met up with some freshers and some real, living, breathing, actual Teddy Hall third years. Finally the guys our age.
We played pennies, let Fez give us physics brain teasers, talked about God, rugby, learned how to tie bow-ties and discussed penny-farthing (yes, someone here actually has one).
Then, when we were all rowdy and having a good time, The Buttery began to close and we were forced outside, where we stumbled across Mike, who was doing football initiation. He was in nothing but an apron, and in his pocket he had a banana, lube, and a pregnancy test. Lord only knows.
Mike was dragged off to the graveyard, and we made our way across the Magdalen bridge to a pub really close to Dawson. There, we further discussed penny-farthing, Dr King, PPE, beer with tequila in it, more rugby, how to properly throw a high heel like a rugby ball, and lithpth, I mean, lisps.
All in all, it was a great night, and I think I can speak for all of us americans, when I say it was our first, real Oxfordian night.
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| me and Lizzie before Formal Hall (photocred: Lizzie) |
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| me, Isabel, Lizzie, Talie and Alice. And oh, that's Tom, in the back there. Can you see him? (photocred: Lizzie) |
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| Fez, the physicist and Isabel, the... not? :P (photocred: Lizzie) |
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| Talie, Isabel, Football-Initiation-Mike, Lizzie, Nick and me out front of the graveyard :) (photocred: Lizzie) |
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