We went to dinner at the White Tiger with the other seminar participants. We will never forget the name as they had lots of ways of reminding us:
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To celebrate the end of July, the end of month-long seminar during which Fiona meet every day, all day, with a variety of immigration scholars, some good and some better, also during which I had another month-long seminar happening, we ordered beers. Well, let me clarify. Fiona ordered beer...
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I ordered a mango lassi, cuz it was freaking hot that day.
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Cuz even if I do, Fiona will tell me that I am wrong, and that I should Suck it, Whig.
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However, looking at the table does at least prove that there was indeed much celebrating and cheering to the fact that they were done and could go home and have a brain dump and no longer think of immigration history and policy.
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2 comments:
I'd just like to say, for the record, that Jamie and Paul drank their fair share.
Also, never order a martini at the White Tiger. They're lovely, but they don't know from a martini. Or a Greyhound. Just stick with beer and lassis.
Ooooh, I should have warned you about that Fiona. I made that mistake in the past.
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