Yesterday was spent writing the penultimate paper of the term either side of Miller's class. In the afternoon I also did a stint on the Relay table before following Sam and Lenka up to the dining hall for an early Thanksgiving Dinner.
Despite it being half four, the queues were already growing and the excitement was palpable. There was turkey, ham, beef, potatoes, yams, veg, bread rolls, corn bread, apple pie, cherry pie, pumpkin pie, chocolate cake, red velvet cake, cheesecake, popcorn, and candy. All watched over by a giant inflatable turkey by the staircase.
Soon I was glad that we did get there early because the hoards kept on coming and the queues grew ever longer. The initial excitement was shifting to a siege warfare mentality. Mugs were grabbed, cutlery snatched, and plates stacked high with breads. Small dessert plates were discarded in favour of dinner plates and stacked high with slices of cake and pie, as if the the twenty trays of pies behind the counter were not sufficient to go around.
All this was observed from our table, dressed with a table cloth for the occasion. If you thought we were smug heading the line at Independence Hall, this was something else. I likened it to playing the role of Switzerland during the Second World War, sitting contently back with all the provisions we needed, watching the chaos unfold before us. I did have to forfeit personal space as more people joined our table in the bid to find the smallest piece of free space to eat in. Eventually, the food hit hard and it was time to stretch out and chow down away from the dining hall frenzy. So, the rest of the evening was spent over at KC, watching Poirot, chatting and digesting the night's proceedings.
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