Packed and Ready. Ready?
Saturday we cleaned. And cleaned. And cleaned. 8 am to 4 pm. Scouring, blasting, vacuuming, scrubbing. I was stuck in the pantry, and eventually relegated to my Computer Room. Yes, my computer room. I suppose Anna can lay some claim to it.
Mary and I rushed to finish our DVD before a dinner at Ben Bowers, a restaurant in Notts that serves meals (3 course, of course) for under 30 pounds. Deal of deals! Clamoring to look as hot as possible, the girls put on their Sunday best, while I remained the only guy without a suit coat. Whatever. 
The restaurant was fancy. The napkins were paper, but they more than made up for it with soup, lamb, new potatoes, and sticky toffee pudding. I had a few pints to wash down my otherwise classy meal, and the group launched into a conversation on the morality of intervention in Africa. God bless us. Combined with my impending indigestion, I was ready to stab someone. Admittedly, I slipped into kind of a weird mood- again, what Hilary would attribute to stress- but I just wasn't feeling it. I appreciated the meal, I loved the company, but ehhh, not worth re-hashing. I was looking forward to showing the group our hard work on the video, so maybe I was preoccupied.
Carol, too, had been busy the night before. While Mary and I stayed up until 4:30 working on the movie, Carol had been writing awards, sorting out souvenirs and keeping her cutting wit in check. Her sense of humour is interesting- unplanned, she has a subtle, almost ignorant way of being hilarious. I think everyone's like that- the more you plan, the more you over think. Her summaries of our character, how we've changed over the year, what she'll remember of us.... was sometimes a bit dodgy. Ha. I distinctly remember mentions of mine and Anna's 'slightly less than academic' choice of courses this year, after 'scouring the course offerings book'.... references to a 'less than academic interest in Gonads' in respect to Anna's Philosophy of Sexuality course were well received.
I can't remember my awards off of the top of my head, but a cookie dough award, something about downloading stuff, and another award that escapes me. I appreciated her work, and especially the bottle opener shaped like Shakespeare's Birthplace. Just as she sees me: the drunk English Major.
I guess we all have roles to fill.
Mark was true to form- creative, witty, and also well planned. His 'limericks' were incredible. Each person was encapsulated into 5 lines (no easy task) and mine was as follows:
The media man christened Kevin
The video went well. A few technical glitches that needed to be fixed, but otherwise something I am very proud of. Some songs just do it for me. The first few bars of "Come On" by Ben Jelen, and I'm jelly. After the movie, we sat in silence for almost 10 minutes. It reminded me of our time in Bath, when we sat in absolute silence for almost an hour, staring into the night sky, all lounging together on what might be considered the greatest playground in England. It was a moment where, no matter what you said, it wouldn't be as eloquent as what you wanted to say- no way to fully encapsulate the emotions of a full year, let alone the end when emotions are running their most high.
To this fine group was a levin.
He was a big lad
Who knew every ad
And turned all little hells into heaven.
To fully decimate our tear reserves, Kate left at 2:45am for France, a tear-filled exit from a flat where, we're not quite ready to join her as a Nottingham Alum. We said our goodbyes, she signed the flat (a Notts tradition of finding relatively hidden locales and signing them), and we focused on our last two days.
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