onsdag 13. februar 2013

The Magic Two Zero



And the 8 steps to a successful birthday.

1

Monday night, two of the girls from my former flat came over with a birthday present; chocolate chip cookies and crunchie rocks. These served as my amazing birthday breakfast Tuesday 12.2.13. What was that? Unhealthy, you say? Birthday only once a year, I say. 

2

At the end of lunch break, studio one (where we were for a combat lesson) was suddenly overflowing with some wordlies coming to wish me happy birthday. For a few minutes, it was full chaos of arms, laughs and loud voices. 

3

Amidst it all, a guy in my class came over to me and pushed a big bucket of wonderful-sweet-stuff-I-don’t-know-what-is into my hands with a card. “Happy birthday,” he said, the whole thing much to the surprise of the rest of the class – and me. Not because he congratulated me, but because I wasn’t expecting anything and even less from him. It was a pleasant, shocking surprise.

4

Real combats have their birthday song sung spontaneously to them in the armory.


5

When I came home, a bar of chocolate lay waiting as the cutest, most wonderful surprise outside my room door.  





6

Toria gave me a plastic bag full of presents. –Not just one present, but four.

7

Albeit school ended at eight thirty and it’s school as normal the day after, the girls from my former flat (my true flat) and I went to Burger King for food and then Townhouse for a small drink. The guy behind the counter overheard us talking, and whilst I tried to convince Toria not to buy me a drink, he planted a shot of something pink in front of me. I know free drinks are nothing unusual for birthday-people in pubs, but as the counter-guy did it of his own accord without us asking for it, it was quite the cool surprise. 

After that the girls bought me another shot and a drink – without my consent, but in the end I wasn’t given much of a choice. 
 
8
We were joined in Townhouse by a friend of ours, whom also delivered a present to me from one of the guys in my class (since they’re in the same flat, but he was doing homework).

My tower of joy:  



(Worldies: Students in the World Performance course
Combats: Students in the Acting and Stage Combat course)

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