Well, last night was the last high table and it was sad. I mean, it was fantastically fun, but sad because it meant that our time here at Oxford is over. I was finally on high table this week, sitting between Steve (the professor who guides us around the continent) and Stevens, across from my Greek Literature professor and my Roman History professor, and near a few friends. I know it's egotistical, but I swear they designed the menu for me: goat cheese salad + lamb and fine beans + chocolate soufflé. That's right, the Lincoln chef and his incredible crew managed to prepare about seventy splendid soufflés. It was really fun being up there at "the special table," eating our dinner slowly and sipping on our wine with care, making room for conversation to flow. A professor from the Western track gave a side-splitting speech about taking in all the [often strange] smells and sounds and sights we are about to encounter - I sure plan to!
Life is pretty stellar.
I regret it now, but I didn't take any pictures while on high table...I was scared of being uncouth!
But, here are some shots from last week's high table:
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| trying to be the spice girls |
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