Wednesday in Wonderland 7-23-14

On Wednesday night we had our first of two themed dinners, an "Alice in Wonderland" tea party. My favorite part was the teacups full of pink lemonade that had little tags tied to the handles saying, "Drink Me." When one of the girls asked how it was, I said "It's very... pink." If my dad was there, he would've gotten the reference.

Unfortunately this was also one of the last hurrahs that we had with the group of students from Oklahoma University, who left at the end of the week. I made several new friends in the other OU group and was sad to see them go.

Jane from Oklahoma made her own hat - I loved it.

This is a Sai, he's a student at BNC.
The flamingo was originally around a croquet mallet. 

From left: me, Katelyn, Amanda, Jenny, a BNC student dressed as Alice, Morgan, Kara, Amanda, Sophia.

The quad.

Tweedle-dum and Tweedle-dee. (Francis and Martin)

Incredibly impressive dessert table!

I was not brave enough to try any of the weird, pun-based Alice in Wonderland alcoholic drinks after we went "down the rabbit hole" to the college bar, and instead ended up writing my UK phone number on a playing card and giving it to the bartender with the Miles Davis tattoo, who was, at the time, dressed as the Queen of Hearts. It was an interesting evening, to say the least. I went out with the gang* after that, but had elected not to wear my glasses since I lost the last pair that I wore out to a club and it was a lot more frustrating to be visually handicapped when I did not have a couple glasses of wine in me already and I ended up pulling a Grace, by which I mean saying "I have to go to the bathroom" and then leaving and not coming back.

*The group of OU and BNC students that somehow are able to get dressed up and drink and dance until a ridiculous hour and then do the exact same thing the next night and the next night and so on. Generally includes Jenny, Amanda A., Kara S., Francis, Martin, and Stevie (a BNC student).

Walking back to Brasenose alone at night in a short dress with no glasses was actually not frightening in the least. I would say that Oxford has got to be one of the safest possible places to do that, because if it had been anywhere else I would probably have decided against it, being the owner of considerable common sense and mild paranoia.

I was glad I left, though, because it had become quickly apparent that my upper limit for nights-out-with-the-gang is 1. I went back to my dorm and ate Digestive Biscuits and cleaned my room in my "Avengers" boxers instead. I've never felt more like a Smith.