Wednesday, September 13
Today I learnt that getting two labia piercings and your tattoo coloured at the same time is not a good idea. Normal people may realise this regardless of my insight. I wish I had been as lucky. Still, it's over with now. Well, if you don't count the pain in my arm and itchiness to come, and blood which seeps from my genitals any time I move. I already knew I was a masochist, but this is taking the piss slightly.
My trip to Belfast was fun, though not as eventful as originally planned. My plane was delayed by three and a half hours going there, meaning I didn't land until half past 10, get into bed until quarter past 11, and wake up until 11 or so the following morning. So we ditched our plans to go to Derry, Portrush and the Giant's Causeway and looked at photos of it online instead, whilst drinking vodka and being grateful for home comforts.
On the Friday we finally managed to make our trip to
Belfast Zoo. It's set in gorgeous surroundings, though far too much of those were hills. We managed to see
loads of animals, though there were no hodgehegs or meercats. The plentiful supply of penguins helped relift my spirits, however. The day after I turned 25, it's now downhill all the way to 30, and we went for a curry with Paddy, Jude, Ruthy and her bloke, Jake. Afterwards we decamped back to Rory's, where much vodka and wine was consumed, hugs were had, fondles were felt, and I went to bed two hours before everyone else. I'm definitely getting old.
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