In an effort to keep my blog’s existence from being crowded out while I’m away in New York City partying it up and networking with awesome people, I’ve set up this blog post in advance. Did you miss me?

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The following is one of my all-time favourite photos, captured after the mock Elizabethan Banquet on the last day of exams in Harlow, England. We drank wine and broke bread with royalty at Hatfield House, watched a sword fight, and became increasingly drunk and rowdy while the other tables looked on in embarrassed shock. It was Hannah’s birthday, and she kept making suggestive comments to the proper Englishmen sitting next to us.

It was a bizarre feeling, sitting at a fancy banquet table with Queen Elizabeth singing over your shoulder while weaving in and out of a wine-induced buzz.

Yep, that’s usually how dancing in the street like this happens.

That's how I do.