So, back in June 2011 I was celebrating my 25th birthday like any self-respecting 25 year old. My apartment was quite full and made for a ‘cosy’ atmosphere. I’ll confess to not remembering much of it. Whether that’s because it was a long time ago or because of the amount of alcohol consumed; I’ll let you decide.
Lots of posing for photos.
So, story time: The day after my birthday I saw the empty box of my cake in the pile of rubbish. I angrily phoned Beryl and asked “Who ate my cake last night?! I didn’t eat any, and now it’s all gone!!! Ahem.
Cake? What cake?!
Another fun story: The next day for dinner I went to meet Winfred. The conversation went something like this. Me: “So, that was a pretty good party last night, no?” Winfred: “Sure was.” Me: “I was pretty drunk.” Winfred: “Really? I was fine.” Me: “Wow. I wasn’t. There are parts I couldn’t remember, like eating the cake. Totally couldn’t remember that. And when we all us took off our clothes and were flexing our muscles?! Don’t remember a thing” Winfred: “That’s because we didn’t take our clothes off.” Me: “Heh. Heh. Heh.” I then turned on my camera and showed him. He said “Guess I was drunker than I thought.”
And that was that. If you’re reading this as someone who has Googled my name. Potential employer, etc…. don’t judge. We all like to have fun. 😉