After a relaxing day of running, laundry, and a stroll through Kingâ€™s College Chapel we headed out to buy a bottle of wine for a drink before dinner with my friend Kate. A few of us met in the college bar and Allie, Kate, Ben and I were meant to make a quick trip to Sainsburyâ€™s â€“ the local super market. We decided on a bottle of red and thought since the Pimmâ€™s was on sale weâ€™d indulge in that too. When we got back to Kingâ€™s to meet up with everyone else the whole of Kingâ€™s Parade was blocked off because of a suspicious package left at Corpus Christi (a college right down the road). After speaking to the police man and realizing we wouldnâ€™t be back for quite some time we decided to sit at the outdoor market and enjoy a â€˜glassâ€™ or two of wine, and even though I so brilliantly invited Dr. Birdman he decided not to join us. Oh well it was worth a try. After polishing off the wine we still couldnâ€™t get in so decided to walk to a nice Tapas place down the road for dinner. Apparently the walk was too long and made us quite thirsty so we stopped and mixed the Pimmâ€™s with some ginger ale in the Volvic water bottle. For dinner we had some tasty Tapas perfectly complemented by the Cava Sangira which magically refilled itself with the rest of our Pimmâ€™s. By that stage the effects of the alcohol were definitely apparent and since we werenâ€™t properly dressed to go dancing at the Fez (Ben was still in his UCLA trekkies, trainers, and a polo) we headed to the Cow. After about five hours and too many outrageous pictures, we finally headed back to the room to change and go out. After crashing a birthday party in Bodleyâ€™s and recruiting another player, we decided a classic game of catchphrase was more enticing. Overall a really great night sparked by a bomb threat.