As you might be able to tell, I over-purchased when it came to broccoli and cheese. [BUT I DON’T CARE] – I love broccoli and cheese. I’d have it for breakfast if it were socially acceptable. E=mc2 may have been Einstein’s mind-blowing equation but I have my own; cheese+heat=loveandlifelongsatisfaction. It may not unravel the meaning of life but it certainly makes mine better.
So Sunday the 15th of March turned me 25. Sadly, I spent the day feeling particularly fragile as a result of having a couple too many celebratory Shandy’s the night before. Having a circle of friends who thoroughly enjoy venturing out for a long night of craft beers and dancing to nostalgic classics like you’re Gene Kelly takes its toll when there’s a birthday to celebrate. Either way, it doesn’t stop you from being showered with party food and birthday cake, both of which I inevitably enjoyed.