Crew Date!
On Monday night I had the opportunity to take part in a time-honored tradition here at Oxford: the Crew Date.
To distill this for my mostly American audience, it goes something like this...You are rowing down the river, spot a group of fit (British for hot/attractive) rowers from another college, quickly and never discretely confer with your teammates, and unceremoniously yell out, "Crew Date!" It's really hilarious and it's good to know that these sorts of things still make me blush like a ripe radish.
However, it's no longer fun and games when you actually have to own up to the "date" and do the awkward dance of wining and dining with the other crew. Our team was recently asked to dine with Christ Church men's first boat and we happily agreed.
In the interest of british manners, I won't comment on the evening in this venue, but ask me next time you see me to tell you all about it.
Here's a photo of Sian and I in the "Tom Quad."
To distill this for my mostly American audience, it goes something like this...You are rowing down the river, spot a group of fit (British for hot/attractive) rowers from another college, quickly and never discretely confer with your teammates, and unceremoniously yell out, "Crew Date!" It's really hilarious and it's good to know that these sorts of things still make me blush like a ripe radish.
However, it's no longer fun and games when you actually have to own up to the "date" and do the awkward dance of wining and dining with the other crew. Our team was recently asked to dine with Christ Church men's first boat and we happily agreed.
In the interest of british manners, I won't comment on the evening in this venue, but ask me next time you see me to tell you all about it.
Here's a photo of Sian and I in the "Tom Quad."