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royally good time

Once again we bring you a weekend round-up. This is not because we are super lazy bloggers, this is because we are super busy bloggers who have not had the time or energy this weekend to blog. This weekend seems to have been very long, and extremely odd once again and I think the best way to tell you about this strange weekend is by taking it a day at a time…

Friday – Semi-Formal

Now this was an odd night. Fun, but odd. The night started in the way that so many nights do – a pre-game as NoBo. Both Josie and John our dates for the night were on top form and we had a lovely time drinking (or pretending to in my case) high quality liquor, taking some very attractive pictures and playing some interesting games.

We then progressed back to Theta house for part #2 and were greeted not only with a huge pong table in my bedroom but also Ivan (naturally, complete with tequila) … you can see where this is going. My date was a little worse for wear by this point so we headed to Trinkle Hall (think a bigger version of the Bop exe people…). Trinkle was…interesting. I must admit my highlight was the free catered Chick-Fil-A and brownies. American dancing is even more scary when one is sober and sober me felt like she was in the middle of some giant, clothed sex party without an invite! At least I had my fellow Brits to awkwardly dance as if we were in Liquid in the middle of all the action! It goes without saying that everyone had abandoned Trinkle and the high-class DJ who did at one point refer to us as “party people” in favor of other events.  We however, had no other events so went on back to theta where sober drunk texts were exchange, the piano was played and a jolly good time was had by all. It was all a bit odd really, but a fun night none the less. It has also proved to me that these formal events require a certain amount of intoxication to overcome certain cultural differences 😉

Saturday – Campus Golf

So THIS was Campus Golf…

We had been warned about Campus Golf from the very first weeks of our time at W&M. It is a time to get drunk, dress up, frolic gayly and hit tennis balls around campus for charity. As you can see we thought we were really funny and decided to dress up at the British Royal Fam and I must say, it went down a treat with our American cousins. Here are some of the royally good moments of the day:

  • Finding out our t-time was 10.08am…at 9.15am. Subsequently crawling out of bed and running around in a stupor trying to find tiaras, elastic and royal attire. (Obviously we were not prepared in advance…)
  • Pre-game #1 – ten minutes before tee time, Bella and Emily struggling after the night before, Josie still in bed and me sober on meds was an interesting and frantic pre-game.
  • Actually “playing” golf – we basically just had to hit a ball across the sunken gardens, but with the royal masks, and thus no peripheral vision, it was even  more difficult than it should have been.
  • Sending greetings and salutations to tour groups – for some strange reason I felt it would be entirely appropriate to wave to groups of perspective students touring campus shouting “welcome to william & mary!” in my best queen voice. whilst most people looked bemused there were always one or two mothers at the back exclaiming “oh my gawwwwd it’s the queen!” – priceless.
  • Emily getting her calf stuck in her jeans. Realizing that she had a mysterious bruise from the night before, Emily proceeded to try and show us, only to her get skinny jean well and truly stuck on her calf. A four man effort could not make it move and as her circulation began to slowly cut off we thought it best to remove the jeans fully which was a beautiful occasion all round.
  • Pre-games #2  & #3 – Queenie decided to drink Monster to rally…bad idea. For the rest of the day I may as well have been intoxicated. My strange caffeine/steroid mix was enough to make me suitably inappropriate for a sober person for the rest of the day. This included waving to more unsuspecting tours and shouting “RULE BRITANNIA” at the top of my lungs..
  • Wills getting stuck in a tree – perhaps my personal highlight. I haven’t yet mentioned the fact that Saturday was VERY WINDY. I am not talking a breeze but huge gusts. One gust caught poor, unsuspectingly Wills off guard and blew his little face up, up, up into the air…then down into a tree next to WaWa.  I think I must provide a picture just because it was too funny.

  • The rest of the day was basically us pretending it wasn’t freezing outside, trying (and failing) to find the rest of our friends and then crashing at 4.30 to the OC, followed by an evening of classic Disney (more lion king) and sleeeeeep zzzzzz.

Sunday – The day that never happened

What happened to Sunday?! One minute it was 10am and the next it was midnight! I did spend my day in a very Sorority like manner with an alumni tea (minus the alumni; awkward…) and watching my wonderful room-mate Kate sing her recital (she was AMAZING). The evening was spent in what can only be seen as the best way ever – watching the Oscars with ma britz and my sistazz and eating Girl Scout Cookies. It’s a hard life.


S xx

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So today is:

– the 20th day of black history month day

– mono-day

– nearly but not quite snow-day

– Presidents Day


wooooooooo, and boy has it been an interesting one!

I woke up today, at 3am, with a very very swollen throat. As birthday surprises go, this wasn’t the big present I was counting on. I am not going into details with all my glandular issues (I feel that Bella has heard enough about my glands over the past four months) but basically I had a rather eventful morning.

By 8am I decided I should probably go to the health center because I couldn’t speak, so took the trip, through the snow across our gorgeously wintery campus down to see the doc. I went through the same process I have gone through now…5 times I think of the doctor exclaiming my glands are rather large, having a chat about England naturally, and then testing me for mono (as well as tonsillitis and strep throat). This time the doctor promised me a birthday diagnosis!

You know that you have been to the blood lady too many times when she recognises you, feels very bad and makes you “her special hot chocolate, which is for all the staff, with marshmallows” because she felt bad for me. TRAGIC. Anyway, as I plodded off back to the waiting room with my hot chocolate I was expecting them to just be like “nahhhhhh…there isn’t really anything wrong with you…..just a virus or something” …

Then they called me in.

Doc: SO…we have great news!

Me: yes….

Doc: YOU HAVE MONO!   (this is glandular fever for us brits)

Me: ooooooh noooo!

So yeah, four mono blood tests later I have finally been told what I always had suspected. This biggest tragedy of this affair is that I have to be sober Sophie at Campus Golf  and semi-formal! One of the nurses hugged me in despair and the doctor gave me a superman stress ball as a “birthday present to make me feel better!” as well as a wad full of information, a warning not to do any strenuous exercise (like “jumping out of windows”) and a pack of steroids.

So that was that – my tragic birthday morning!

The rest of the day I spent eating soft foods, going to one class, eating more soft food with Bella (fanx 4 da berrybody), eating more soft food with my theta fam and emily and josie, dressing like a princess. And what am I doing tonight you wonder?  more soft food (red velvet ben and jerrys – fanx grace!) and Gossip Girl… so all in all a wild 20th birthday for me!!

I blame this weekend for my current state! Never. Drinking. Again (for 8 days…)

S xx

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