Today is my 23′rd birthday, and I am completely knackered. My two days in London was absolutely fabulous, Thorpe Park was fun, the company in Han, Guy and Celeste was brilliant, the food was lovely in Chinatown, the drinks weren’t as expensive as I thought, and I have recieved some amazing gifts. And there was a Lunar fucking eclipse.
However, these stories and wait, until I’m less tired, and less busy. Until then, here’s a picture of the weekend. After the meal, we were given orangs to freshen up with, and both me and Guy looked at each other, and did exactly the same thing.
We’re so mature.
There was a tinge of sadness to the weekend, as somebody who I get on with I won’t be seeing for a long time, but overall, it was good!
I’m off to the pub tonight, to further celebrate my birthday. I’ll probably fall asleep in my pint, but it should be fun.
To keep yourself amused, see if you can guess the exact reference between the title and this post. Bonus points if you can!