10.15.2004
one quarter
Well, I'm 25 years old now, and the majority of you young whippersnappers are looking mighty dodgy to me. Really. I spent the night on the town: ended up getting bored with the Oxford Union's no-confidence debate and decided to spend the last hours of my 25th year out celebrating with my collegians. It was an excellent time. We toured various other colleges, namely Brasenose, Jesus, and Lincoln, and ended up in a cocktail bar called Thirst, where the bartenders flipped their cups and bottles as if they were auditioning for the lead role in Cocktail. For those of you who have not seen it, good for you: it's a terrible movie.
Needless to say, I am quite tired now. But in addition to that, I have had some excellent birthday wishes, including many people offering to buy me drinks (I declined) and a very sweet teaching student named Pamela, with whom I spoke for quite some time, is now coming to my birthday party tomorrow night. Yay. OK, that's it. I'm exhausted and done for the night.
Needless to say, I am quite tired now. But in addition to that, I have had some excellent birthday wishes, including many people offering to buy me drinks (I declined) and a very sweet teaching student named Pamela, with whom I spoke for quite some time, is now coming to my birthday party tomorrow night. Yay. OK, that's it. I'm exhausted and done for the night.
