Fancy dinner and aching bodyparts

Yes, alot happens in a short time. This monday's stylish dinner was really something out of the ordinary. Drinks with sparkled (?) wine and live music it felt really felt snobbish, and of course appetizers. We who work with our bachelor project in astronomy went together and enjoyed ourselves in the lovely weather we've had here lately with a lovely spring-ice cream before the actual dinner started.
But before that we listened to lectures of the three finalist's of the Crafoord-prize, awarded to Rashid Sunyaev, Edward Witten and Maxim Kontsevich. Sunyaev was interesting despite his russian accent, probably due to his subject within astronomy, but Witten had a dull instead and his good english didn't save him. But worst was Maxim who used handwritten notes as illustrations. And his accent and overall lecture was so boring I instead found myself thinking about falling angles in the Aikido and put attention to how important mathematics is to quantum theory.
The award ceremony was in Stockholm with the king of Sweden, but as tradition states the dinner in the winner's honor is held in lovely Lund's old university buildings. This added some extra points of class on the whole festivity. I won't even try to remember all the goodies I found at the buffet table with things such as new potathoes and meat in many flavours. But I can't resist mentioning the dessert(s) we got which consisted of so much as five (!) chocolatedesserts. Each one the more lovely than the other. Especially the chocolatemousse which I won't forget the taste of for a long time. Too bad I didn't take some time to speak to the prize-winners and thanked for a pleasent lecture (eventhough all wasn't that pleasent but surely interesting). But next year if I get the chance to attend again I sure am gonna try!

But now I sit here on thursday night with rigid calves after last day's Aikido training, and tomorrow I'll probably have another run of it. But then on saturday the long awaited barbeque is finnaly here, if now the weather allows. But I long so much, I never let go of the thought of a hot barbequed and bloody beef or roast. I can almost sense it already. But tomorrow it's friday and I am gonna work my ass off! Here is some pictures from the dinner so you can see how fancy I actually can be, the photographer is the infamous Fredrik Windmark.