Well, hello there 2017 — delighted to meet you! Please, be better than last year — it-who-must-not-be-named. Thank you muchly.
And, hello to you, my lovely blog readers: I hope your 2017 came in with a bang, and that you have a fabulous year ahead of you, with all sorts of opportunities and experiences just waiting for you to find them. For now, though, I want to tell you about what I got up to yesterday … #SelfObsessedAndProud!
Yesterday was my 15th birthday, as this post from the lovely Elm told you. It was an absolutely incredible day; I really couldn’t have asked for anything better. I knew I wasn’t getting a present from my parents; instead, we were going out on a ‘mystery tour’, which I knew no more about than just those two words — how mysterious!
I didn’t get out of bed until around 9am, which is pretty late pour moi, and it was amazing. I got up, and dressed ‘smart casual’, as instructed, before opening birthday cards and fortunately becoming £50 richer — woohoo! But then, we left on this magical daytrip, which took us to … the train station! (wow, Mum … the magic is real…)
The train to London, quick journey through the tube …
Wait, can we discuss this real quick? What is it about the pace of people walking through the tube stations (I’m sure this applies on other metro systems across the planet)? You enter them, and it all seems lovely and placid and OK, until the people behind you start walking a little quicker, and then quicker again, and faster and faster until you’re all running, unaware of where the fuck you’re going but just desperate to evade the running crowd of scary weirdos behind you…
Anyway, we took the tube through London, and arrived at Victoria.
I love London; it’s just so stereotypically city-like and crowded and diverse and magical, and has ALL of the coffee shops — ALL OF THEM. We grabbed a coffee and a croissant at Pret A Manger, sitting out at a table which was pretty much right on the street. It was here that I learnt what we were up to: we were off to see Wicked, the musical, at the Apollo Victoria theatre!!! I love the soundtrack to Wicked, but had never seen the show itself; it’s quite expensive to see in London. Unfortunately, there were some technical difficulties which delayed the show by 30 minutes; we got about 1 minute into the first song, and suddenly the whole thing just stopped. Like that. stopped.
The show itself is incredible — almost undescribable. It is magical and beautiful and joyous and heartbreaking and spell-binding all at once, and just so enjoyable. The characters are, in so many ways, relateable, and the messages behind the gripping storyline are so powerful and fabulous and ahhh I’m fanboying already WTF this isn’t meant to happen is it is it is it???
Yeah, the show was pretty good…
London was so busy on our way home; the New Year’s Eve fireworks are a big thing in London and tourists and Londoners alike turn out to watch them. Luckily, we caught our train home, and had an Indian takeaway (my choice) upon our arrival home. My idea of an Indian takeaway is basically the mildest thing you can possibly imagine, 10 times milder; I’m a sensitive soul, OK? I would say that my taste in Indian cuisine is pretty much a blatant insult to any Indian person ever.
Then, birthday cake — I got a cake with icing on top, designed to look like the emoji with tears of joy: I’l never text in the same way again!
I slept in the new year; I was so tired! I woke up today around 8:30, and decided that that was a pretty good way to start 2017; I think you’ll agree.