Clap your hands if you understood the reference. If done correctly, your clap should have registered on your computer's microphone and triggered the video to start. If not, try again.
This is how far behind I am on the videos/life. This was from March 24th or something. It was from March.
It should be noted that Mattie, Daniel, and I had been out the previous night, dancing with a wild hen party (or at least Daniel did). We were very afraid we weren't going to be up in time to catch the train to Oxford with the rest of our group. But we made it with no casualties. Which is saying something. Do you know how much rum we had? Neither do we.
For the first half of the day, we just wandered around aimlessly in part because we got separated from the rest of the group. I had a banana from my lunch that I had yet to eat and I cradled that sucker for the entirety of the day as you can see. Daniel would make a fantastic tour guide. He gave us a private ad libbed tour until we wandered into the chapel. I honestly can't remember what anything is called. Hahaha. Oops. We reunited with our group and headed to our tour, led by this really lovely lady who was really enthusiastic about living in Oxford and kept referring to the town/campus like it was a team. A lot of Cambridge jibes were made, and all the while I was silently laughing at the thought of any of my program assistants from UCSS listening to this tour (miss you guys if any of you are reading this). I'll visit Cambridge again someday.
After the tour (not advisable to wear your cute heeled booties to a walking tour), the group split up once more and so that left our little trio exploring the grounds of New College (I think) where that one scene of Harry Potter was shot. The one in the fourth movie when Draco is about to hex Harry when his back is turned, but Mad Eye (who was really Barty Crouch) transfigured Draco into a ferret. Just take a minute to soak in the Potterheadness of that sentence. Afterward, we took a pleasant stroll through the grounds, and Mattie, gasp, stood on the lawn. The nerve. The previous night caught up with us, forcing us to make for the train station. I fell asleep on the train ride underneath my raincoat, so naturally Mattie took pictures.
I also have to say that there must have been something seriously wrong with me that day because everything I heard was a sexual innuendo. Usually I can turn that radar off, but that day I was just busting out at the simplest remarks. I always cut out the sound in my videos, but holy hell I was laughing at everything Daniel or Mattie said. There was a lot of giggling.
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