cambridge...ehh

Finally, some pictures (thanks to Kate Straz).

*The vip entrance (thanks Chris), our view, and our favorite pastime... being lazy in sun

Ok, so Cambridge was incredible. Partially because we spent most of the time across the river from King's Chapel (in the student restricted area) with wine, bread, and a little bit of cheese (I know... wild woman). The view was really enough to occupy us, but it helped that hoards of inexperienced punters kept colliding for our entertainment. The streets of Cambridge are terribly confusing to navigate, not only because of it's organic but unplanned development, but because of the multiple names that each street tended to have. We decided not to try to find anything and just wandered in whatever direction sparked our fancy at that moment. When we reached a college we just walked in like we were students (no one tried to stop us). At one point two girls followed Matt and I into the college and took pictures behind us the whole way (we really fooled them). However, the peak of the evening - no definitely the whole trip - was wandering from the King's College bar across the quad to King's Chapel where the Cambridge Orchestra and Choir were performing Brahms. We sat on the steps outside the closed doors to the Chapel (sipping our cider) and pretty much broke down like babies. It was one of the most beautiful things I'd ever heard! After that we went to one of the Cambridge students' room for a party... etc... and topped off the evening (of course) at 'the trailer of life'. Yes, this is a real place and yes their chips/chips&cheese were good, but apparently not as good as Joe's right across the street... yes, 2 chip stops in one night. It's going to be awhile before I'm going to be able to eat chips again.

*side note: chips in american are fries, but you can't call them fries here... besides chips & cheese is so much more fun to say. try it... you know i'm right.

Now I'm back on track. Studying hard (or just getting really disturbed by Macbeth). I spent the morning reading over a prolonged cup of coffee and the afternoon reading beside the river in Christ Church's meadow (yes, Harry Potter was filmed in Christ Church). I have such a tough life. Unfortunately, I still have a presentation to complete for class tomorrow concerning the apparitions in Act 4. I'm still trying to figure out how to tastefully stage that one.

We have another excursion on Thursday. I'm hoping to complete this project and have some time to spend at the Bodleian tomorrow. There's so little time left and I have so much left to do.

Oh well.