Oooooovcourszhucan

That's one of our catchphrases around here... which comes from the very best Indian take-away place in the world--Khyber Pass.  We used to meet up at the Orchard flat to eat it, when Kristianna/Paige/RitaB lived there... now we have to settle for the common room in Liz's office building (because they aren't so great at remembering orders or student discounts when you have it delivered, and they charge a fee, so we make sure to partake in places that are within walking distance). 

Tonight, because it's the last night we can all spend together before RitaB deserts us for post-grad life at Emory, we had Khyber Pass.  I didn't drag things out by setting up my camera for a self-timed photo when Paige was already doing it, but I hope to get a copy of it.  Basically, it was just the four of us-- like old times: Lynch, Medlock, Ramsay and Vaughan.  We sound like the Marauder's Map... now that's an idea!  Wait, back to the story.  So I don't have a group picture, but I did snap this one of Aleithia and RitaB.  Aleithia couldn't stay, but stopped by to bid farewell to her fellow-historian (those heathens). 

It was a bittersweet night.