I'm old(er).
So I turned 22 last Friday. I spent the day relaxing with my lovely lady, which was rather good. I worked my first shift at the new student shop in the evening, and although I felt slightly bad about leaving Jen on her own she assured me that she'd be fine, and would keep herself entertained.
The 5 hours at work dragged on and on, until I was finally set free at 10. Jen came to meet me and we wandered home, discussing the romantic night we were going to spend together. When we got back to the house, Jen instructed me to go through to the kitchen and get a bottle of wine from the fridge. With a huge grin on my face, thinking it was my lucky night, I blundered into the lounge and fumbled for the light switch in the darkness.
All of a sudden, the lights came of their own accord and the sound of loads of people shouting "SURPRISE!!!" greeted me. The house was incredibly warm compared to the bitter Swansea air outside, and my glasses had fogged over. I was completely taken aback and didn't really have a clue what was going on! It soon became apparent that the room was packed with loads of my friends all wishing me a happy birthday and wondering why I looked so shell-shocked. A huge grin came across my face as I realised what was going on, although I staggered around for a short while not quite sure if I was awake or dreaming. The rasterbated photo of my ugly mug just added to the surrealism of it all.
The party was a huge success, and I'm totally in awe of how much effort was put into the organisation and secrecy of the whole enterprise. Big thanks, kisses and love to Jen, Steve and Sey for all the hard work you put into it, you're the best! Jen's sangria was delicious, and a little more intoxicating than was assumed (right, Sara?).
Thanks of course to everyone who came along to make the night so much fun, hope you enjoyed yourselves as much as I did. It was really humbling to have so many people there for a party for me! Wow.
Oh! I almost forgot the cake. It was a true masterpiece (if you're wondering what the hell the design on the top is all about, I refer you to Goatse), and delicious to boot. Sey, you did a brilliant job, though I just can't picture you in an apron in the kitchen with a tube of pink icing.
