the great hall

It has been some time since I have let you in on that side of my life. You know, that social side that I so seldom embrace?

My hall of residence organised Graduation Dinner last Friday at the ANU Great Hall to commend all those graduating, as well as to celebrate the ending of yet another Semester of university life. I, of course, was nowhere near graduating, but was cornered convinced to get my ticket for the event by friends.

To note, I have successfully deflected all invitations of formal events (read about my fear -->here<-- ) this year, and have only failed with this one because I was told to dress-up AFTER I bought my tickets! You'd think I would've thought that a graduation dinner had formality written all over it.

The hall, as me and my friends cosied into a table at the front.

On the opposite side of the table was Hamad, Raphael and Damon. 

The fact that Raphael and Damon were speaking mostly in Portuguese made dinner feel fairly exotic. Hamad had TWO servings of dinner and managed to finish his dessert. He later blatantly admitted to starving himself that week.

Bhavya & Jen with a dessert that the flash killed; a dessert I would've love to call 'Nipple Mountain'; and chocolate mud cake.

I decided to sneak over to another table at some point during the evening after the occupants of my initial table have had too much alcohol. I did ponder a little while on which table would be most welcoming to a stranded anti-social scientist before settling with a table that felt most like home i.e. the one where everyone else on my floor was at.

Me and Margriet right before Carl challenged me to my second glass of wine (I am a cheap drunk!)

Margriet has the hardest name to pronounce on the floor. It has something to do with the verbal intonations and muted "r"s  that only Dutch (and maybe Portugese?) people can comprehend.

On the opposite side of the table is Carl, Louise & Rasmus

I once admitted to accidentally purchasing veil (I swear I mistook veil for venison!) and I now hear of it to no ends from Carl. Veil is bad if you think eating baby cows are bad. 

Louise and Rasmus make the homiest couple on the floor. Well, Louise actually lives in another block, but we have claimed ownership of her because she is almost always on our floor -- simply because we have Rasmus living next to our kitchen(ette). When they first moved into the halls, someone had actually asked me if Rasmus's room was a double room.

While everyone else was busy snapping Facebook profile photos of each other, I decided to strike a conversation with these candles. Pity I wasn't able to talk much to the one on the far left because it was feeling a little burnt out from the long evening. All in all, it was an enchanted evening at Hogwarts!

I'm off to make a (hopefully) spell-binding presentation for next week!

  Lumos!, xo

PS: Thank you Steve Bossenberger for the follow!