(flatmates at the Lent Term dinner, one freshly sheared)
End of term dinner
I think attending rehearsal in black tie would count as one of the more odd moments of my time in Cambridge.
I felt rather like a stage magician entering a room full of jeans-clad thespians in my DJ, bow tie and waistcoat. Still at least one other girl had a formal dinner to go to immediately after as well.
The dinner itself was lovely: probably too much champagne, wine and port, but good company and great fun.
Which is perhaps more than could be said for my mood at the history and theory seminar at 9 am the next morning …
(More soon, rehearsing again.)