In November of this past year, I stepped over the threshold of adulthood and celebrated the 22nd anniversary of my birth. Sure, one could argue that twenty-one is the first step into adulthood, what with reaching the legal drinking age; however, if my first year of legal imbibing is any indication, then achieving twenty-one years of age is hardly an indicator of maturity or adulthood. (Sure, I had plenty of fun, but I'm glad I finally got that out of my system.)
In any case, my incredible flatmates knocked heads and pooled resources to throw me a wonderful wine and cheese party.
Meredith and JaeHee decreed that the festivities would require semi-formal attire, being a fancy-schmancy cocktail party and all. I honestly think they were looking for another excuse to go shopping. (Not that we ever needed one before.)
LtoR: Whitney, Meredith, Frenchie (Sylvain), Kristen (one of Hassan's flatmates, an American studying civil rights law), Hassan, Elnaz.
The boys and girls of Flat G shocked the hell out of me with their party spreads. My wee darlings, some of whom had come to Scotland not knowing how to prepare scrambled eggs, had come quite a ways. (Also, a shout-out to the parentals for the gorgeous bouquet they sent, featured on the island.)
(Most of) The lovely ladies of Team Glasgow: (L to R) JaeHee, Kim, Shaelyn, Moi, Whitney, Meredith. I often find myself going back to these photos, especially these past few weeks, which have been cold and rainy--that is, too much like Scotland for comfort. No, the transition has not been a smooth one.
Walid, J, and Tom, all looking in different directions. While I find most wine snobs to be terribly obnoxious during tastings, I'd be lying if I said there wasn't any assessing of the "I do say, this '85 Chardonnay has a brilliant color, but the '78 Bordeaux has a heady, intoxicating nose" sort. (Pfft. Wine snobs are twats.)
I'm always looking for an excuse to include a picture of Jenna. She is quite possibly the most darling individual I have ever met.
JaeHee and I after cutting the cake. I doled that chocolate bad boy out like grain at a relief camp in Calcutta. I take a whiff of sweets these days and I go into diabetic shock.
Shaelyn, Walid, Kim, and Allyson representing the Kelvinhaugh and Cairncross factions. Obviously, being outnumbered in Queen Margaret (enemy territory) requires one's warface, a la Walid. (What? Like you have a better explanation.)
Flat G, in all her glory: (L to R) Frenchie, Yo, JaeHee, Meredith, Zain, Hassan. Of the nearly three thousand pictures that I collected while in Scotland, this one is among my favorites. I've always thought the bond that Flat G shared was a special one; I've talked to many friends who have spent time abroad, and the vast majority of them were not as lucky in their housing placements. While I would have enjoyed my time in Scotland even in the absence of such amazing people, that I was fortunate enough to meet them turned a memorable semester into the best time of my life.
Finally, the requisite 'dead soldier' photo. Geez, I need an aspirin just looking at it.
2 comments:
:) You're such a good blogger. I'm doing good to get regular mass e-mail updates out.
I haven't done a terribly good job of keeping things up-to-date lately. As much as I love rifling through the thousands of photos I took, it always makes me a little sad.
Hope you're doing well! We miss you back here in the Looza!
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