frayer and I were still somewhat the worse for wear¹ when we emerged from the hotel on Saturday. We spent the morning exploring Cambridge, sussing out the lie of the land. Eventually, we ended up investigating some museums to kill time - those of earth sciences (yay, dinosaurs!) and of archaeology and anthropology. After that, we decamped to a coffee shop and began amassing t00bs, before moving on and getting some lunch in preparation for the main event.That, of course, was the wedding of
wednesdayschild and uqx, held in the chapel of Trinity College. It was a lovely service - the bride looked radiant, and I even knew most of the hymns. The weather was perhaps not as nice as might have been hoped for, but at least the rain held off (just) for the photographs.After the service, some of us who weren't going to the formal dinner decamped to another coffee shop until chucking-out time before heading over to the reception (via the hotel for a quick change in my case). After sipping drinks in the bar whilst the speechifying went on, I raided the buffet and then proceeded to strut my funky stuff on the dance floor whenever the DJ² played something which I deemed worthy. Somewhere along the line, I completely failed to investigate the chocolate fountain. Woe!
1) For some definition of "somewhat"...
2) I blame his slight resemblence to Errol Brown for the double bill of You Sexy Thing.
