If I were doing a super-formal invitation, I'd say, "half past eleven o'clock."
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During most of its history, these forms were usually used with names of whole numbers only--"three o'clock," not "three thirty o'clock." Indication of day or night was done by specifying "six o'clock at night." The style you cite--"6:30 p.m. o'clock"--is a very formal style found in invitations and other rigid contexts. In most cases one would simply say "6:30 p.m.," but in formal situations the expression of time is felt to be incomplete without the "p.m." and the "o'clock." While this is indeed awkward, it is rare; it can be pretentious when used in non-formal ways. And very formal invitations have enough awkward elements to them that we probably shouldn't worry too much about how the time is stated.
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Emily's flight is delayed. I'm sleepy. This is not a good combination for someone who's supposed to be picking her up from the airport.
Oh, not good combination, vw.
erika, Sherrif Joe is on all of the NASCAR news (Kurt Busch, a driver, was arrested for reckless driving and possible DUI and was more than rude to the officers) today. Good times... My dumb-ass racing people are saying he's not a "fan of NASCAR." Sheesh. When cowboy meets dumbass...
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Emily finally took off!
Fly, Em, fly!
I'm gonna be SO sleepy tomorrow!
I put my jammies on already and brushed my teeth, so when I get home I can go straight to bed.
I know. I'm weird.
Just read about the brunch, Sparky, and it reminded me about when I did my internship at the University of San Francisco Gleeson Library. This is a Jesuit institution. They threw a lovely party each year in the special collections for St. Jerome's Day (the patron saint of libraries). The party seemed marvelously fancy, with wine and grapes and fancy cheeses, but I think that may have been because it was in California instead of Alaska and perhaps partially because it's a private institution. I'll just say that the parties I've been to at public institutions in Alaska have been much more lowbrow. Fun, but lowbrow.