Sarah's blog

We don't know what we had expected but the menu tasting at Pollock Halls defied our wildest flights of feasting fancy.  

After a brief wait, Adele of the Events team escorted us to one of the original old buildings with dark wood pannels and two oil-paintings of old scholars having a staring competition (no doubt leading to the respective hidden dormitories of the Houses of Cattleprod and Knickerdrawer). In the middle was our white linin table.

We had been putting the invites off for AGES, so Bridesmaid Rea Cris (aka Cheesy Chips, aka Crismas, aka Tai Cheese) took us in hand and made us SWEAR we would get the darned things out post haste or we wouldn't have any guests at the weddin'.  We bowed our heads and said 'Of course, you are right, Your Cheesiness,' and then, after much scheduling gymnastics (Chippy is a busy dairy product), we managed to get the bulk of them stamped and licked supafast one cold late February evening. 

They are very spiffy.  We blatently copied the card from an invitation designed by some clever librarians.