My 20th Birthday!

This weekend I 'celebrated' my 20th birthday. I say 'celebrated' because I didn't want to be 20 and still don't want to be 20. I still look and feel about 15!

The first 'birthday surprise' I received was after pottering through the door when getting back to Canterbury, after the Christmas holidays. The photo says it all.

Saturday 24th January 2015

My dad and his girlfriend (Lorraine) came to visit me at uni in Canterbury and stayed over Saturday night. But they were late picking me up and I ended up being zipped into a suitcase, being dragged down the corridor, took a trip down in the lift and a lovely ride in the boot of a car. My flatmates are lovely, lovely people.

When I escaped the suitcase and my dad turned up, we obviously started as we meant to go on, by heading straight to the pub. We ate at a lovely Italian restaurant called 'Pinocchio's', and then headed to a bar called 'The Loft'. Wouldn't recommend going to a bar full of students with your dad; a guy sat down next to me and started hitting on me. The random guy was in one of my ears asking for my number, and my dad was in the other, telling me to inform said random guy that he's a black belt in Judo. If you didn't guess, random guy was not successful. 

Sunday 25th January 2015 

The following day, we surprisingly started off in the pub. Had some good pub grub and browsed in a couple of shops. Whilst we were getting ready, walking round, eating and drinking, my mum and her boyfriend (Matt) were driving down to Canterbury. I met these two after having lunch and then said bye to my dad and Lorraine as they were leaving that afternoon. We then drove back to my uni campus as my mum had brought me a load of clothes etc. down from home, along with my gorgeoussss birthday cake and 11 portions of chilli and rice...

We then took a wander down the high street, went to a few pubs and had a meal at a Mexican place. I tried drinking but it really wasn't working out for me - I was knackered and just wanted a cup of tea. What a bore. 

Somehow though, I managed to make it to midnight and was greeted by Daisy and Anna serenading me and delivering my presents.

Monday 26th January 2015

My 20th Birthday

Mother turned up at about 11am to force me to wake up and open cards and presents. Anna (my flatmate) then made me breakfast - as usual - whilst my mum and Matt went to pick my brother up from the train station. Weirdly, we decided to drive to the beach. In January. Mum's bright idea, not mine. So we ended up in Margate, so Ange could eat fish and chips - which then ended up being thrown to the seagulls. I hate birds as it is, never mind a crap tonne of the bellends swarming me.

After being attacked by birds, we took a walk down the beach where my mum and Matt looked for shells - he also found and chucked a crab at us. Plus, Jack and I got our own back on the birds - we ran through and chased a load of stationary seagulls, like the mature adults that we are.

Like true British seaside tradition, we then made use of the arcades and 2p machines. Along with a shooting game, which Jack won and a game of air hockey, which Jack also won. Jammy git.

We then drove back to Canterbury so the fam and flat could sing Happy Birthday to me and more importantly, so we could eat the amazing cake that my mum baked. Cheers Mav!

I then said bye to Mother, Matt and Jack so I could start getting ready for my birthday night out with the flat. Long story short, prinks happened, we went to 'The Cuban' and then went home - which is where the funny stories mainly happened. 

Story 1: 

Our friend Dominic was extremely drunk and proceeded to tell us everything that happened in every Harry Potter film - well he called them episodes - after somehow associating Daisy's plain black bag with the Gryffindor house badge. He also reviewed and expressed his opinion on every character going. Just to let you know... 'there's nothing wrong with Dumbledore, he's sick', his Filtch impression sounded more like an Indian accent and Voldemort 'walked up to Harry Potter's house and was like "you know what yeah? I don't like your son" and killed Harry Potter's mum for no fucking reason whatsoever'. So that's story number 1.

Story 2: 

After he was finished narrating and reviewing Harry Potter, Dominic disappeared. He then came back around 10 minutes later and told us he went to the toilet. Only, he decided to use Anna's toilet. Anna, by the way, was asleep as she didn't come out, and was woken by Dominic bursting through the door and turning on her light. After, ordering him to get out, he apologised and shut the door. Anna thought he had left, until she heard him pissing in her toilet. Eventually he returned back to the kitchen, after leaving Anna's light on, pissing all over her floor and using her dental floss.

Absolute leg end.

If you actually read all that - props to you. I'd have just browsed through the photos.

Thank you to everyone who came to see me, gave me gifts and wished me a happy birthday. It was actually a great day. Even if I am old now.

Ciao 

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