June 12th, the big 2-1. Yes, that's right and it started off with a...SPLAT. I started the night at my older brother's house, who force fed me a drink. We then moved on to Fox and Hound where my friends ordered me two more. I know, I know, its not much, but it got the job done. I got home at about 2:00am and that is when it started. My designated driver, aka Crispin, started puking his brains out. (And he didn't touch the stuff...Weird) Two injections, a VitaminWater and a half a piece of toast later and he is safely passed out on the couch. That means one thing, the day can only go up from here. hahaha...
It is noon, so that means we are at nine hours and counting until my plane takes off for the good ol' UK. Fortunately, I was up all night so I'll sleep the whooole way there.
Oh yeah, for those who I forgot to tell, I'll be working for The Ice Box. It is "the UK’s leading ice sculpture, ice design and ice art specialist." That's right, I know you're all excited. Their site is www.theicebox.com. Check it out, it's pretty interesting.
That is all for now. Wish me luck...ten hours is a long time to sit.
