Robotic 22nd

Yesterday's birthday celebration was held at Robot, a small bar that plays anime on the projector and has got quite a bit of Japan imported booze, located just less than one block away from my place.

The highlight? Besides friends, I didn't quite get a birthday cake this time around. At least not one from the pastry shop/bakery. Instead, after the birthday song, I had to down 2 shots of... I don't know, was it Cointreau or something? Plus a third of a pot of some beer. And guess what, I complained I ain't getting a kick. So they tried to buy a ticket for me to Neverland, with another shot, the 151 finisher. I was almost there, but the only kick I got was a vomiting sensation (that's to exaggerate of course, I was a little high already). Well, surprisingly I was ok. I'm pretty impressed by my own tolerance!

Later a few of us went to some backpackers' to continue and home we went afterwards. I missed the first class today not because I couldn't wake up, but I just wasn't getting enough sleep.

Pics:
The crowd (excluding Sarah who reached just after the photo)
Me, after the last shot
Half of the crowd
The Indian, the one with alot of ideas