Just when you think you’re about to finish your dissertation, an epidemic of good times breaks out. Here are a few photos of late.
I think this photo says everything about St Andrews that needs to be said.
Will Fry masters the awkward glare.
J.E.B. is running for President of the Mess Committee in the upcoming election. Though, not being a member of the OTC, I have no vote, if I did it would most certainly belong to Mr. J.E.B. whose status as legend is assured.
The ever-delightful Tori Truett has come up to visit for the weekend. Last night we started off with drinks in my room in Sallies, then proceded to dinner at the Oak Rooms, then retired once more to mine where we enjoyed some good port and listened to some Fulton Sheen and segments of the Armenian and Syrian liturgies until about one o’clock in the morning. Above, “Ishmael” and Tori.
Stefano repeatedly attempted to leave, complaining about “work to do”, but luckily we forcibly restrained him and ensured he remained.
Adrian makes a point while enjoying his glass of port.
The now-famous Yellow Sweater makes an appearance. Tori and I in front of my giant map o’ Manhattan (only up to 80th Street, alas).
I recently decided that my desktop photo of the Church of the Resurrection in Rye was too green and thus out of season, so I have replaced it with a photo (below) of another favourite landmark of our dear county, St. Paul’s Church Eastchester.