So. I'm 21. My birthday was okay. Nothing spectacular, and nothing horrible. I spent most of the day by myself since my friends were either sleeping all day or revising. Later on we went to dinner at Wagamama where I was presented with a really awesome Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull cake, complete with white chocolate skull on top. Check it out. Niiice, right? The skull kind of looks like an alien.

After dinner we went to the Vaults, but soon the party dwindled down to three since a few of my friends still had to do work. Tina, Charlie, and I stayed at the pub until close, playing cards and drinking, and then I took a cab home. I had fun, but it was a mellower night than I was hoping for. I didn't even get to do an ill-advised shot of tequila or anything. But really, who can complain about a night involving an Indiana Jones cake? I mean, I got to eat Indy's face, and that has been a dream of mine for quite some time.
Just so you guys know, 'ill-advised' is one of my favorite words.
Nothing much has happened since Monday. I need to read The Winter's Tale, turn in my papers, go to my last Shakespeare seminar, and then I am off to London on Friday to see Iron & Wine and hang out with Joe for a few days. Then I think he is coming to Bristol, so we are going to go to Bath and possibly Windsor Castle. We shall see.
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If it makes you feel better, I spent my 21st birthday at the lake. I think Dad made me a pina colada or something. So rest assured that your 21st contained 400% more debauchery than mine.
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