Well, yesterday was my birthday! The day was pretty great. I woke up and sat in front of the computer feeling awkward about doing nothing, after I’d worked so hard to finish all immediate assessments and homework before the weekend. Eventually Coen and I got dressed and hitched a ride into town to go shopping.All the banks were closed so I couldn’t get any birthday presents (my birthday presents were all money). I went up to the thrift store right next door and found the boots I had coveted were sold. I should have known. One main rule to thrifting is to never expect something to be there again or get any expectations. Stock changes like the wind. I ended up getting fabric dye and some hooks to fix some earrings with which were pretty awesome.
Cardigan: Second-hand (from my mum.)
Skirt: Thrifted. It was also originally down to my ankles! That’s why the hemming is so horrible. I really need to buy some black thread.
Blue/Black stockings: K-mart.
Ripped stockings: K-mart (and modified, of course.)
Fishnet stockings: K-mart!
Shoes: Second-hand Mary-Janes from my grandmother.
After coming home from disappointed shopping – also, some women felt the need to sit right next to me and blow smoke in my face while waiting for a taxi, is that rude or is it just me? – I sat around for a few hours, re-did my make up, tumblred and we set out to go to dinner.
Ever since a friend told me about a restaurant called The Rockgrill I’ve wanted to try it. The theme of the place is that your food is brought to your table uncooked (each on their own) and cooked on a volcanic rock as you eat. It was an amazing experience with great food! The people were really nice as well! I did take more photo’s but my father was playing with my camera and managed to screw it up some how and a numerous amount of pictures were deleted.
|That’s a big hunk of uncooked stake.|
After three hours of three courses we headed off to a party. Coen and I stopped off to get some UDL’s and a friend even made me a sundae! Obviously, I turned eighteen so I’m now legally allowed to drink and returned home quite tipsy. There would be photo’s but some friends were very drunk and rowdy and before we knew it the cops had turned up because the neighbour (they only have one) had complained about noise. Fair enough, though, I can understand their point of view.
By the time we got home it was still pretty early so my brother and Coen watched some wrestling while we ate my awesome birthday cake (it tastes a lot better sober).
Well, that was a pretty detailed account of my night. I hope you didn’t get too bored; it’s not often that I actually do something as eventful. Hopefully with turning eighteen will come a lot more adventures that you guys can hear about, I know I already have quite a few things planned.