Wedding crasher.

Yeah, I walked in on the happy couple while they were prancing about taking wedding photos. Then there's me, just stood in the background, looking bewildered, dishevelled and dripping water onto the floor. No need to thank me.

Apparently I used the wrong entrance. Oops.

But, I think I have finally managed to get all the official stuff out the way. Possibly the slowest registration in all history. But it's done. =P

What else have I achieved this week?

On Wednesday evening we had an International Food Evening event for IBCoM. That was really nice. Riona and I managed to team up to make savoury pancakes with cheese and bacon: a first for me. Again, not an overly Scottish cuisine, but certainly better that last terms attempt of tuna pasta! And, of course, it's always nice to be able to share the blame of any disastrous cooking venture... 

Then, Thursday brought the Valentine's party at Vie. Always a good night. We started the evening with big pre-drinks on campus, including vodka jelly shots (which tasted dangerously non-alcoholic) and snacks - it was incredibly cute! Afterwards, we cycled along the river to Vie in a big group of about twenty bikes: so Dutch. And, as always, the view was gorgeous: I had to force myself not to stop and take a photo. At first the music was...questionable. But once the DJ had begun playing proper, more recognisable songs we really started to get into it. Turned out to be a great night!

Although, the next morning I was paying for it. Not with a hangover. Instead, my whole body just hurt. Shoulders, back, legs, feet... An apparently unforgiving combination of: alcohol, awkward-looking dance moves and a long walk home in the cold. Ouch.  

And today? Valentine's day. 

I was neither swept off my feet by prince charming, nor did I invest in dangerous amounts of chocolate and ice cream. Is it really valentine's day after all? 

Instead, I spent most of my morning recovering in bed, and then treated my bedroom an early spring cleaning session. All broken up with generous servings of Breaking Bad, of course. It was horribly productive. 

And, while reflecting on last year, today has been a real winner in comparison. At least today I was safe in the knowledge that I would not be broken up with. By text message. After three days of no contact. Just saying...*

*Just to clarify: that was light-hearted humour. =P

Hope you've all had a sickeningly sweet valentine. Catch you next week! =D