May Week Part 1
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vyvyanxWell, it has been a busy weekend. Friday, after G went to sign on, we got stuff in Sainsbury's and wandered over to the Grafton Centre where R picked us up and gave us a lift to A's barbecue. Very nice food; A's house is lovely; also his large black cat Murphy is excellent! Otherwise, a quite pleasant party, though I was feeling strangely shy and untalkative. I fear G's Cam friends think me very odd and antisocial.
Stayed there overnight, and got a lift back into town on Saturday. Did assorted things during the day; eventually got dressed up for the Veizla, and at about 7, various people began arriving (some in evening dress, some in fancy dress -![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
antinomy looked particular striking as a cat, and MR had a great 17th-century style outfit). We drank mead, took photos of each other, and worked out the seating plan riddles (devised by the now X-Reeve, emperor). The meal itself went well - asparagus soup followed by asparagus pancakes for me, venison for non-vegetarians! Small mix-up over the amount of wine, but I think we got it sorted out satisfactorily. As usual, everyone circulated their menus for the others to write amusing comments on - mine ended up with "Tremble for the pygmies are loose!" and "When in doubt - invade Norway!". Everyone also recited haiku, as this was the Reeve's challenge this year. Mine was:
Like midwinter sun
A new Reeve arises now
Fresh omnipotence
which may only make much sense to society members! There were many self-referential haiku (about the difficulty of writing haiku), and some inspired by the Saga of the Jomsvikings. After the excellent profiteroles, MCV announced the new Reeve (the Y-Reeve): JDA (who is getting married this Saturday!). He drank a hornful of mead (well, maybe :-) and then, with his new Companions, was chased thrice around the table by the former Reeve and Companions. Then he performed the Dance of the Seven Jomsscarves, to the accompaniment of the first verse of Jerusalem. Then we finished off the port, and headed off to Relativity to drink more. Ah, the dignity of these ancient traditions!
Sunday, got up unpleasantly early and rushed to Sainsbury's to buy alcohol for the Summerthing, only to discover that it doesn't open until 11am on Sundays. So went to an off-licence instead. Then came back to Trinity, dragged G out of bed, and off to Trinity bridge, where 3 punts were just arriving from John's. I went and obtained another one from Trinity, and then we embarked and set sail. At the rollers, we were joined by a fifth punt from Scudamore's, and once we were all safely on the upper river, we lashed our punts together into a 5-abreast raft, and set off for Grantchester. Weather was overcast to begin with, but brightened up over the course of the day, and G and I managed to get slightly sunburnt. G did much punting; I avoided it and lurked lazily in the bottom of the punt. At the fields near Grantchester, we moored and had our picnic. Wonderful, relaxing, silly time. Later in the afternoon, most of us got back in our punts, and returned to Cambridge.
Oh yes,angoel did some excellent bridge-hopping, on the way there and on the way back. Back in Trinity, G rushed off to the Graduate to catch the end of a Changeling game, and people sorted out left-over food and payment and stuff (my fridge is now full of lettuce and pears). Most people then vanished off, but I went off to the Hot Pot Chinese restaurant on Chesterton Road with MCV and PTC, hoping to find G still at the Graduate so we could bring him with us. I left a note on my door in case he missed us, saying "Gone to Graduate to look for you. Try Hot Pot". However, there was no one at the pub when we got there, so we went to the restaurant and waited half an hour for G to arrive before ordering. When he didn't show up, we assumed he must have gone off with some people for a drink or something after the Changeling game. We had a very nice meal, and then I came back to my room, hoping to find some indication of where G was (eg. a further note on my door).
But there was no sign of him or my original note. I now worried that some evil undergraduate on my staircase had removed the note as a joke, and G would not know where I was. So I tried to ring him at home, without response. I then began writing him an email, when I suddenly saw through my window, G running towards my room. And so we were reunited. He was in quite a state. There had been a terrible misunderstanding. Somehow, after his game, when he walked back to Trinity, he managed to miss us on the way. He saw my note but did not understand the phrase "Try Hot Pot", thinking it must be some sort of riddle indicating where I had hidden my room key for him to find (apparently his family write this sort of thing on notes). So he dismantled the gas rings in my kitchen in a hunt for the key, and then sat outside my room for an hour and a half, having no idea where I was, and getting angrier and angrier. Eventually he went off to the KSR and got drunk with E and P.
It seems he imagined I had just gone off into Cambridge without warning, to annoy him. Then he thought of going to my friend A's room in Trinity, and A understood my note. So they rang the Hot Pot, who confirmed that I had been there (and that we had been waiting for someone who never turned up), and that we had recently left. At this moment, they noticed a light going on in my room...and so all was finally sorted! Oh dear, maybe one of us will have to get an evil mobile phone after all.
Stayed there overnight, and got a lift back into town on Saturday. Did assorted things during the day; eventually got dressed up for the Veizla, and at about 7, various people began arriving (some in evening dress, some in fancy dress -
antinomy looked particular striking as a cat, and MR had a great 17th-century style outfit). We drank mead, took photos of each other, and worked out the seating plan riddles (devised by the now X-Reeve, emperor). The meal itself went well - asparagus soup followed by asparagus pancakes for me, venison for non-vegetarians! Small mix-up over the amount of wine, but I think we got it sorted out satisfactorily. As usual, everyone circulated their menus for the others to write amusing comments on - mine ended up with "Tremble for the pygmies are loose!" and "When in doubt - invade Norway!". Everyone also recited haiku, as this was the Reeve's challenge this year. Mine was:Like midwinter sun
A new Reeve arises now
Fresh omnipotence
which may only make much sense to society members! There were many self-referential haiku (about the difficulty of writing haiku), and some inspired by the Saga of the Jomsvikings. After the excellent profiteroles, MCV announced the new Reeve (the Y-Reeve): JDA (who is getting married this Saturday!). He drank a hornful of mead (well, maybe :-) and then, with his new Companions, was chased thrice around the table by the former Reeve and Companions. Then he performed the Dance of the Seven Jomsscarves, to the accompaniment of the first verse of Jerusalem. Then we finished off the port, and headed off to Relativity to drink more. Ah, the dignity of these ancient traditions!
Sunday, got up unpleasantly early and rushed to Sainsbury's to buy alcohol for the Summerthing, only to discover that it doesn't open until 11am on Sundays. So went to an off-licence instead. Then came back to Trinity, dragged G out of bed, and off to Trinity bridge, where 3 punts were just arriving from John's. I went and obtained another one from Trinity, and then we embarked and set sail. At the rollers, we were joined by a fifth punt from Scudamore's, and once we were all safely on the upper river, we lashed our punts together into a 5-abreast raft, and set off for Grantchester. Weather was overcast to begin with, but brightened up over the course of the day, and G and I managed to get slightly sunburnt. G did much punting; I avoided it and lurked lazily in the bottom of the punt. At the fields near Grantchester, we moored and had our picnic. Wonderful, relaxing, silly time. Later in the afternoon, most of us got back in our punts, and returned to Cambridge.
Oh yes,
angoel did some excellent bridge-hopping, on the way there and on the way back. Back in Trinity, G rushed off to the Graduate to catch the end of a Changeling game, and people sorted out left-over food and payment and stuff (my fridge is now full of lettuce and pears). Most people then vanished off, but I went off to the Hot Pot Chinese restaurant on Chesterton Road with MCV and PTC, hoping to find G still at the Graduate so we could bring him with us. I left a note on my door in case he missed us, saying "Gone to Graduate to look for you. Try Hot Pot". However, there was no one at the pub when we got there, so we went to the restaurant and waited half an hour for G to arrive before ordering. When he didn't show up, we assumed he must have gone off with some people for a drink or something after the Changeling game. We had a very nice meal, and then I came back to my room, hoping to find some indication of where G was (eg. a further note on my door).But there was no sign of him or my original note. I now worried that some evil undergraduate on my staircase had removed the note as a joke, and G would not know where I was. So I tried to ring him at home, without response. I then began writing him an email, when I suddenly saw through my window, G running towards my room. And so we were reunited. He was in quite a state. There had been a terrible misunderstanding. Somehow, after his game, when he walked back to Trinity, he managed to miss us on the way. He saw my note but did not understand the phrase "Try Hot Pot", thinking it must be some sort of riddle indicating where I had hidden my room key for him to find (apparently his family write this sort of thing on notes). So he dismantled the gas rings in my kitchen in a hunt for the key, and then sat outside my room for an hour and a half, having no idea where I was, and getting angrier and angrier. Eventually he went off to the KSR and got drunk with E and P.
It seems he imagined I had just gone off into Cambridge without warning, to annoy him. Then he thought of going to my friend A's room in Trinity, and A understood my note. So they rang the Hot Pot, who confirmed that I had been there (and that we had been waiting for someone who never turned up), and that we had recently left. At this moment, they noticed a light going on in my room...and so all was finally sorted! Oh dear, maybe one of us will have to get an evil mobile phone after all.
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My advice is...
Date: 2002-06-17 08:20 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-06-17 08:27 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-06-17 12:11 pm (UTC)Angoel (who suspects he'll have given in before the next snows fall...)
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Date: 2002-06-17 06:24 pm (UTC)Hope it was all OK in the end.
And, no, you don't want to be assimilated by the Borg just yet :)
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Date: 2002-07-01 10:23 am (UTC)> for you. Try Hot Pot". We had a very nice meal, and then I came back to my
> room, hoping to find some indication of where G was (eg. a further note on my
> door).
> But there was no sign of him or my original note. I now worried that some evil
> undergraduate on my staircase had removed the note as a joke, and G would not
> know where I was. He saw my note but did not understand the phrase "Try Hot
> Pot", thinking it must be some sort of riddle indicating where I had hidden my
> room key for him to find (apparently his family write this sort of thing on
> notes). So he dismantled the gas rings in my kitchen in a hunt for the key, and
> then sat outside my room for an hour and a half, having no idea where I was, and
> getting angrier and angrier.
(giggles)
(giggles a lot more)
Sorry. I've never met you, but the image of someone dismantling the gas rings in the kitchen because of a note saying "Hot Pot" just keeps making me giggle.
(giggles some more)
I think that's hilarious!
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Date: 2002-07-03 04:20 am (UTC)