My twentysomething wasteland.

I got a panda hat.

Now, you're probably thinking, a panda hat?!? That's the greatest thing I've ever heard of! And you'd be absolutely right. Even though I'm across the pond the Easter Bunny was able to find me over here and hide an Easter basket in a garbage can in the kitchen. Crazy huh? Anyway, inside was a great panda hat and a paschima scarf (which always makes me think of Andy Sandberg and 'I'm on a Boat.' Anyone?) Plus, an insane amount of chocolate. It was awesome. So, i started to stuff my face, becasue there's nothing like saying 'woah, thanks for dying for us Jesus' by eating so much chocolate and jellybeans you want to puke.

So after I decided to eat my weight in sugary crap we went on a hike. Starting here in Eastbourne, we walked to the small town of Jevington tucked in the valleys of the South Downs. We stopped in a pub for an hour or so, and then headed back home along a different route. All in all it was about 6 miles, and even though the beginning was a bit rough due to the sloshing in my stomach, it ended up being absolutely brillant.

Then yesterday for my 20th Jane and I got all dressed up and traveled down to Eastbourne's seafront to the Grand Hotel, where we had High Tea. For those of you who don't know, High Tea is just really fancy tea. Or, the really fancy having of tea. They gave us each a glass of champange, then really lovely tea served in these solid silver teacups. After awhile they brought out this huge 3-tiered serving platter filled with petifores, little sandwhiches, and topped with scones. Holy crap. It was amazing. We split everything, trying every single little delicious cake and truffle. Then I stood up. My legs gave in, and I became so fat they needed to roll me home.

Not really, but thats what it felt like. When I did get home though I looked in the mirror and my entire head had sprouted grey hair. I used my cane to get up the stairs, and watched The View. Then I ate some tapoica, complained about technology and had trouble opening a jar of pickles. Then I felt a little old. Bring it on twentysomethings.