"At last!"

the cry goes up, "this two-parter is finally complete."

After caning back from Culross, we split up to wipe the mud/grins off our faces and reassembled in Pancho Villa's. A leisurely carnival of tortillas, burritos (fortunately, I'm now rehabilitated enough to gaze upon said Mexican snack without an involuntary shudder. Turns out it takes a year to be free of Burrito Night Sweats^TM) and alcoholic coffees of varied international provenance took the wind out of our sails a bit. A couple of slow pints in Bannerman's didn't help and so the only thing for it was to hit Opium and discard our protective clothing of dignity.

We had a couple more pints. Smells Like Teen Spirit came on. We jumped around like knobs. \m/

Eventually staggering back from John's at about 5am, we crossed the Meadows amid the gathering dawn and I pronounced it to have been a very good night indeed. I can't wait for the wedding!

P.S: Dan has some more photos of the evening's shenanigans.