Hmm, I’m wondering where I should begin this blog. Perhaps I should start off by saying that I did have a vlog in the pipelines answering some of the questions you guys asked but it’s still in editing mode and I don’t know whether I’m happy enough to actually post it on YouTube. We’ll see. I should probably actually start with my birthday.
As you guys should know, and if you didn’t shame on you (joke), I turned 20 last Tuesday. That’s right. 20. Twenty. XX. 10+10. I have officially lived two decades. That sounds so much older than it actually does, but man. I can’t believe I’m no longer a teenager 🙁 I don’t feel any different but I never really have when it’s my birthday. I mean, I still look pretty much the same as I did when I was 14. Ha. My Lola* always phones me up on my birthday and asks me how I feel and I’m just like, “The same, really.” I don’t know – are you meant to feel like a big difference when you turn a year older? I feel like if you’re gonna feel a big difference it’s not gonna be just because you turned a year older but rather when something life changing has happened in your life.
Anyway, moving on. If you saw my last post, I went to Madame Tussauds. If you don’t know what that is, it’s basically a museum of wax figures of celebrities. It’s pretty awesome and some of the figures look so lifelike! Except, Zac Efron. He looked really creepy. They also had a Marvel Super Heroes 4D Experience which AMAZING. Everybody knows how much I love Marvel and that was the best part of the whole Madame Tussauds day. The whole experience had 3D and special effects, so like you felt Wolverine’s claws in the back of your seat when he swiped at the screen or Spiderman’s web thingy and water when there were huge splashes on the screen. Plus the 3D was AMAZING. Usually, I find 3D kind of sh*t especially in films when it’s not needed but this one was so good and I actually batted away some stuff from my face even though I knew that it actually wasn’t flying at me. Haha.
My family and I went to a Greek restaurant for dinner which was just near the museum. The food there was so nice, and you kind of order loads of plates because they come in small portions so you can eat family style and just share everything. It was so cool. We happened to end up on Baker Street and I got my picture outside 221B but my mum cut out the bit that says 221B, so the whole picture was kind of redundant. I’m going back again, though, to get my picture taken and there’s a Sherlock Holmes museum next door so I definitely have to check that out.
Friday night was just one night of crazy. I think I may have tweeted Nancy during that time, but I’m not sure. I’m not entirely sure what happened that night either because after ending up outside I remember nothing. Apparently I was drunk as a skunk and crying all over the place. Mutay had to take me home. Seriously, I think that night was one of the worst blackouts I’ve ever experienced. I hear what I did that night, and I remember absolutely nothing. Apparently I fell asleep on some woman with my mouth open and Mutay had to shout to wake up and I kind of scuttled away. The bus driver was laughing at me. Man. I won’t lie, though – the beginning part of the night that I do remember I did have fun.
Mutay and I went to dinner at a Pan-Asian restaurant called Aquum. The food was delicious. The cocktails were delicious. We hit some bar called Belgo and met Mutay’s friend and… that’s when the trouble started.
I think Mutay probably has more of an insight of what happened that night, so you’ll have to head over to her blog because… girl. I don’t even know.