Up to now, though, I've only got a lot of past information to talk about in here, rather than the future. I suppose there's the birthday furore, which went by relatively quietly because I am an absolute nightmare to buy things for. My purchases are often extremely impulsive, and I don't really desire things that I don't have. Still, my family and friends did incredibly well. My family in the UK sent a cat jigsaw puzzle, money, Jaffa Cakes, a few chocolate Easter Eggs, and a few packets of crisps for me (and a few packets of crisps for Jamie too.) Emily's family paid for my meal at TGI Friday's. Lois made me a wonderful birthday cake and bought me silly pieces of junk that were perfect for me - a cat-a-pult, a booklet explaining how to make paper 'planes, and a Space Pen (whose box holds Nintendo DS games perfectly). Astrid & Trudi gave me and Jamie a massive chunk of British chocolate, more Jaffa Cakes and other British candy. They also gave us towels with creatures on, and lovely Krispy Kreme t-shirts. Jamie got me The Postal Service's Give Up CD and promised me better things when I'm not around her. I bought a few presents impulsively with the money - a charming shirt, a dirty-looking pair of jeans, three games for the Nintendo DS (Animal Crossing, Meteos, True Swing Golf) and a DVD collection of every Father Ted episode.
I also got to see Broadway shows for my birthday. Between watching Lestat on one day and Rent the next, I felt bemused and amused by the experience. Both shows were flawed in a major way, but both had redeeming qualities to them too. Lestat had fabulously camp lyrics, an amusing plot and sleazy-looking vampires that made Stephen Rea look hot. Rent had great singing and a vibrancy of a crowd that was really getting into the show - I got shivers down my spine, given the ferocity of the applause at the end of every key song. Neither show was good enough to see again, but I'll keep a fondness for how amusingly bad my first Broadway show really was.
It's really late here. Another time for more amusing parts of this time, including eccentric women with rogue scarves, Hugh Jackman's angry face causing many a lustful look, and the portions of food that made jaws drop - yet not far enough to fit the food in, alas!
Goodnight everyone! Look after yourselves!