Clare, John, Pembroke, Submission and pub!

May week is always packed with things to do, garden parties, events and of course balls. This year I was lucky enough to become a member of the Cambridge University Salsa Dance Team, which entitled me to go and perform and enjoy 3 balls in Cambridge.

The first one was Clare on last Monday. I was a bit nervous performing for the first time, the floor was a little uneven with nails in it and quite crowded. It didn't help that we had previously listened to some classical music <40> so we were feeling a little rushed, to put it politely! The lesson and dancing after went well.

Tuesday was St. Johns- probably the best ball I've ever been to, the fireworks were mind blowing, the entertainment lasted all night. I particularly liked our pew at the start of the night right in front of the belly dancers. The performance out of the three nights was the best at St . Johns, probably something to do with the alcohol in me and the great dance floor they provided us with.

Wednesday, the Pembroke event. I think the night just got better as it went along. I missed out on a hog roast which I should have really got at the start..nevermind. I did not tempt myself with the chocolate fountains at the start either... didn't want anything heavy until we'd done the routine, which went ok though I forgot my footwork at one point, probably attributed to the 3 glasses of wine I had before hand (note to myself.. only one if I'm dancing!). After, I was feeling a little hungry and got some doughnuts and met up with Cristina (hopefully spelt correct), we ended up chilling out, going to the Casino and bouncing on the bouncy castle. We managed to stay up until the survivors photo, it should be interesting to see that if it gets published on the web somewhere.

The rest of the week was spent reading/correcting/reading and writing my thesis. Which is now submitted (Thank God- and I'm atheist). I will have 1 week off then start my post doc in Peter Murray-Rust's group. In the mean time I'm going to get down the gym, then join my friend the 10 year old bottle of laphroaig! Apparently having bought the bottle I am now entitled to one square foot of the island, which I've claimed. I think I'll need to drink a few more bottles before the island is all mine!