Remember how in my last post, I talked about getting the right to wear a Pembroke blazer, and thus getting an admission ticket into the weirdly cultish world of Oxbridge rowing? Well, I got to put that to good use just a week or so after term ended, when a couple of friends from boat club and I pulled out our blazers for a weekend at Henley Royal Regatta.
Henley is the crown jewel of the summer rowing calendar in Britain, half elite-level competition and half elite-level social ritual. The dress code is incredibly stringent, with jackets and ties for men and below-the-knee skirts or dresses for women, with boating blazers being the most coveted accessory of all.
(Wearing my Pembroke blazer with pride - I also had my high school's bowtie folded in as a pocket square for a little additional institutional pride)
(Familiarizing ourselves with the plan for the day's racing)
(With my friend Richard, who wears the striped blazer of the Oxford University Lightweights)
(With a Nepthys-blazer-clad Sam)
(Pembroke ladies with an Isis man)
(With Charly, one of my best friends from Pembroke)
(Showing some Stanford pride)
(Much exhausted lounging)
Plus, at £200 a pop, boating blazers are hardly cheap, so it felt good to give mine a few more outings to try to make the price seem a bit more reasonable!!
(Watching the rowing)
(In Photog mode)
(Watching two Pembroke students in one of their last outings before representing Great Britain at the world championships!!)
(The fancay Henley lawn chairs)
(All dressed up for Henley!)
(Blazers, ready to roll)