Rising to the epitome of poshness, I have attended a formal Oxford University sit-down, grace-in-latin, students-in-robes, drooling-professors-at-a-head-table-with-crystal-decanters supper in a dining hall with flying buttresses. Needless to say, the vegetarian option included mushrooms.
Also on an Oxford University note (hail to the gownies... I think?), I attended a charity comedy event to raise money for the Darfur Appeal. Featured were the Oxford Imps doing improv as well as loads of sketches. Four hours of comedy and we unthinkingly decided to eat after the show.
All this followed up by a loverly Saturday afternoon with Michelle popping into shops and looking for fab dresses to wear to Miss Jo Finlay's wedding. Having had no luck, we retired to the Turf for a glass of white wine in the sunshine. Unfortunately it was thronged with finishing Oxford students and their beaming parents (*ugh) and after about 20 minutes in line, we determined that it would be a better option to use the 15 quid we were going to spend on a bottle of cheap chardonnay on a much cheaper bottle of white and to sit in the park. This plan was slightly stunted by the fact that we were miles from a liquor store.
Luckily, we stumbled across a small deli (Olives on High Street) with exactly one bottle of chilled white wine for sale. Alas, no bottle opener. A trip down the road found us an overpriced corkscrew and then off to the park, happily stocked with pinot grigio, olives, and brie. Where the realization struck us that we had no glasses. Which is how, at the age of thirty, I found myself sat in the park drinking wine from a bottle. Oh so very classy indeed.
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