It's been a stressful time, no doubt - not only because he is a person who is very perfectionistic in meeting the challenges he sets for himself, but also because he's had some extremely difficult situations with the publishing of some of his work.
Well, I always comfort him by saying that most geniuses are only acknowledged after they're dead... and now he has at least the satisfaction to call himself "Dr."
(I made the sheriff star for him. It says "Call me Dr.!")
Traditionally, an apéro is held by the defending student after the defense. Trev bought some rrreeeaaally expensive whiskey and made zaziki, houmus and baba ghanoush as dips.
Everyone seemed to enjoy it, but the biggest attraction of the evening was when Trev cut off his long braid... partly because he's grown tired of the long hair and partly as a symbol for the beginning of a new part in his life.
Over all that excitement we almost ran late for dinner... ;o)