In just two days I'll be 21. Or one day, seeing as I'm writing this at 11pm. Shift work's swell, really. And seeing as it's so late, excuse this bit of word vomit. I have a case of nocturnal writers block. Nothing that spills from my fingertips at night ever makes much sense.
Any hoot. Two weekends ago I celebrated the coming of my last youthful milestone (that sounds a bit mean, doesn't it?) with a Hollywood themed party. Can you take a guess at who I dressed as? We had an awesome photo booth at the venue, but here are a couple of snaps from before we left. Reece made an awesome Willy Wonka and my best friend Alix rocked Jessica Rabbit.
The party was awesome.