A Long-Awaited Photo Post
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hathycolNo, really. Through the wonders of facebook (baa! baa!) I have photos and I will also try to write-up Raisin Weekend WITHOUT sounding like a pretentious St Andrews student.
Firstly, some random stuff (not too bad on the bandwidth)
First day of uni - Katie snapped me as I perched in Castle Sands.
Me and Katie, as bagladies. That's a hat from ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
jennnlee, by the way, and it is very warm and cosy and I loffle it lots.
Josh, in our kitchen.
Josh's outline. We did these all around Gatty For Laughs.
A typical meal when I'm not at home.
Rabbit cake! We were So Drunk.
The trolley, with the No Vacancies sign and our traffic cones.
And finally, I present
The costume was pants. I know this. Also, I look like a mole without my glasses.
Badger!Katie takes on Victorian!Sarah whilst I pointlessly menace.
Slightly more sane. The girl in the hood is Kathryn, Katie's friend.
So, Raisin Weekend. Oh, the madness. The day began...
We were picked up by our academic sister, Julia, and taken to Nicola's (caloola's) house. She is our Ultimate Last Minute Mum, as she adopted us at 7pm on Saturday night.
Standing up is mum, sitting down is Julia, the bloke is Alex, a flatmate of mum.
However, she was absolutely lovely and proceeded to get us drunk with drinking games. I was steady and drank red wine like a sophisticated young lady.
Then I lost the drinking game and started to down them.
Oops.
Needless to say, I was a teeny bit drunk by the time we left to go and find our father, Euan. Sarah and Derya gave in for the evening (it was 6.30pm, for shame! but we'd started at 2pm) but Katie and I battled bravely onwards. Unfortunately, Gatty always does things the wrong way around and we ended up in a foam fight. We came home for a shower about 8.
Katie and me. Covered in foam. It's not good, but I like this photo, weirdly.
We were then abandoned by our father - deadbeat academic father, dammit! - so we went to find mum in a pub we'd never been in before. This turned out to be a lot of fun, despite the fact I drank the best parrt of a bottle of rose wine. But it was tasty and delicious! The barman abused me a lot over an open microphone because we were singing to the Christmas songs, which led to me being Scouse and angry at him. This may help to explain my sore throat this morning, but to be fair I think I might just be dying of natural causes here. Oh, god, it hurts so much and I quite genuinely cannot talk properly without croaking. It's embarrassing.
Katie and I proceeded to walk mum home as she was swaying quite a lot, and we encountered two randoms on the way home, both of who were entirely lost. Evidently we weren't that drunk as we gave coherant instructions. So, about 2am I passed out.
Woke up at 5.30 and downed the bottle of water I had for this reason next to my bed. This nastyass cold thing means that I also cannot breathe too well through my nose so my throat was on fire. I drank five bottles of water by the sink before filling it up again and crawling back to bed. Too late, though - I was wide awake. We had to be up for seven, though, as our academic mother needed to work.
Allow me to explain. On Raisin Monday, your mother dresses you in fancy dress. We needed to go and get a costume. However, we hd to get it rather late and haphazardly.
We went as sheep.
No, really.
Left to right: me, Katie, Sarah, Derya and Lilly, our other sister.
Then we came home (in a taxi - fun to explain) and edited our costumes.
Fear my hat.
But fear Sarah more.
We were sober. Well, ish. Katie and me probably weren't.
Deadbeat academic father came to pick us up and presented us with our Raisin receipts. These are basically weird things of father's choice with a Latin inscription. ("Ego, Euan Clark, secundus something something studeo something Sancti Andrae...") Katie and Derya got to share an armchair, and Katie and I shared a rusty old bicycle. We pushed this in the trusty trolley. The thing is, though, you try navigating a trolley with an armchair and bike in it whilst dressed as SHEEP. People leaned out of windows in cars to shout at us, the primary school kids looked either terrified or hugely amused, old people shook their heads in despair. Euan was nearly crying with laughter as we tried to cross roads and stuff. MENTAL and quite dangerous now I think about it.
We made it to St Salvator's quad, in the end, but I have no idea how.
We then put our Raisin Receipts in the skip (as is traditional) and waved a fond farewell to our trolley. We did get attacked by the local press beforehand, though, so I really hope we don't end up on the front page of the St Andrews herald. We have plans to get another one. We miss it already. The lounge seems empty!
The foam fight was so insane. The entire quad was just white. It looked like some kind of strange snowstorm as we ran around in full costume and hit each other with foam. I have snorted foam and swallowed some and I smell of man. So does pretty much everyone else, I will admit. It was so much fun, though. I really felt like part of the university. As Katie says with a huge smile on her face "It's a university sponsered piss-up!" We do have traditiohns at St Andrews. Okay, less so than a lot of other places, particularly given that I live in Crap Accomodation, but this is my university. This is what we do. And I enjoyed it a lot. In two years I can have academic kids of my own and make them be covered in white foam like idiots and then croak their way through Spanish.
Sarah and Derya. Lesbian couple covered in foam. I could make a mint selling those two on eBay.
Wheee. That was fun and entirely worth spending too much money, drinking too much wine and losing my voice over. Everything is also covered in cotton wool as we maulted. Oops. Also, the big thing on my arm saying "COLLEEN AP" is still there as we used permanent marker and I don't think it will EVER come off. Eek.
Andtashmania! Thank you for your letter! I have a list of correspondence that I need to catch up on, but I have no idea when I will do it. Oh well.
~Hathy_Col~
Firstly, some random stuff (not too bad on the bandwidth)
First day of uni - Katie snapped me as I perched in Castle Sands. Me and Katie, as bagladies. That's a hat from jennnlee, by the way, and it is very warm and cosy and I loffle it lots. Josh, in our kitchen. Josh's outline. We did these all around Gatty For Laughs.A typical meal when I'm not at home. Rabbit cake! We were So Drunk. The trolley, with the No Vacancies sign and our traffic cones.And finally, I present
The costume was pants. I know this. Also, I look like a mole without my glasses. Badger!Katie takes on Victorian!Sarah whilst I pointlessly menace.Slightly more sane. The girl in the hood is Kathryn, Katie's friend.So, Raisin Weekend. Oh, the madness. The day began...
We were picked up by our academic sister, Julia, and taken to Nicola's (
caloola's) house. She is our Ultimate Last Minute Mum, as she adopted us at 7pm on Saturday night. Standing up is mum, sitting down is Julia, the bloke is Alex, a flatmate of mum. However, she was absolutely lovely and proceeded to get us drunk with drinking games. I was steady and drank red wine like a sophisticated young lady.Then I lost the drinking game and started to down them.
Oops.Needless to say, I was a teeny bit drunk by the time we left to go and find our father, Euan. Sarah and Derya gave in for the evening (it was 6.30pm, for shame! but we'd started at 2pm) but Katie and I battled bravely onwards. Unfortunately, Gatty always does things the wrong way around and we ended up in a foam fight. We came home for a shower about 8.
Katie and me. Covered in foam. It's not good, but I like this photo, weirdly.We were then abandoned by our father - deadbeat academic father, dammit! - so we went to find mum in a pub we'd never been in before. This turned out to be a lot of fun, despite the fact I drank the best parrt of a bottle of rose wine. But it was tasty and delicious! The barman abused me a lot over an open microphone because we were singing to the Christmas songs, which led to me being Scouse and angry at him. This may help to explain my sore throat this morning, but to be fair I think I might just be dying of natural causes here. Oh, god, it hurts so much and I quite genuinely cannot talk properly without croaking. It's embarrassing.
Katie and I proceeded to walk mum home as she was swaying quite a lot, and we encountered two randoms on the way home, both of who were entirely lost. Evidently we weren't that drunk as we gave coherant instructions. So, about 2am I passed out.
Woke up at 5.30 and downed the bottle of water I had for this reason next to my bed. This nastyass cold thing means that I also cannot breathe too well through my nose so my throat was on fire. I drank five bottles of water by the sink before filling it up again and crawling back to bed. Too late, though - I was wide awake. We had to be up for seven, though, as our academic mother needed to work.
Allow me to explain. On Raisin Monday, your mother dresses you in fancy dress. We needed to go and get a costume. However, we hd to get it rather late and haphazardly.
We went as sheep.
No, really.
Left to right: me, Katie, Sarah, Derya and Lilly, our other sister.Then we came home (in a taxi - fun to explain) and edited our costumes.
Fear my hat.But fear Sarah more.We were sober. Well, ish. Katie and me probably weren't.
Deadbeat academic father came to pick us up and presented us with our Raisin receipts. These are basically weird things of father's choice with a Latin inscription. ("Ego, Euan Clark, secundus something something studeo something Sancti Andrae...") Katie and Derya got to share an armchair, and Katie and I shared a rusty old bicycle. We pushed this in the trusty trolley. The thing is, though, you try navigating a trolley with an armchair and bike in it whilst dressed as SHEEP. People leaned out of windows in cars to shout at us, the primary school kids looked either terrified or hugely amused, old people shook their heads in despair. Euan was nearly crying with laughter as we tried to cross roads and stuff. MENTAL and quite dangerous now I think about it.
We made it to St Salvator's quad, in the end, but I have no idea how.
We then put our Raisin Receipts in the skip (as is traditional) and waved a fond farewell to our trolley. We did get attacked by the local press beforehand, though, so I really hope we don't end up on the front page of the St Andrews herald. We have plans to get another one. We miss it already. The lounge seems empty!
The foam fight was so insane. The entire quad was just white. It looked like some kind of strange snowstorm as we ran around in full costume and hit each other with foam. I have snorted foam and swallowed some and I smell of man. So does pretty much everyone else, I will admit. It was so much fun, though. I really felt like part of the university. As Katie says with a huge smile on her face "It's a university sponsered piss-up!" We do have traditiohns at St Andrews. Okay, less so than a lot of other places, particularly given that I live in Crap Accomodation, but this is my university. This is what we do. And I enjoyed it a lot. In two years I can have academic kids of my own and make them be covered in white foam like idiots and then croak their way through Spanish.
Sarah and Derya. Lesbian couple covered in foam. I could make a mint selling those two on eBay.Wheee. That was fun and entirely worth spending too much money, drinking too much wine and losing my voice over. Everything is also covered in cotton wool as we maulted. Oops. Also, the big thing on my arm saying "COLLEEN AP" is still there as we used permanent marker and I don't think it will EVER come off. Eek.
And
tashmania! Thank you for your letter! I have a list of correspondence that I need to catch up on, but I have no idea when I will do it. Oh well.~Hathy_Col~
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Date: 2005-11-21 05:31 pm (UTC)I want a raisin weekend! It sounds so much fun!
And I also nearly pissed myself at the thought of you all walking down the street dressed as sheep pushing a shopping trolley containing an armchair and a bike! then snorting shaving foam!
*cries with laughter*
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Date: 2005-11-21 05:51 pm (UTC)It was SO much fun. Adn we made such good sheep!