Birthdaywin!

12May10

That was the best 18th birthday of my life so far.

Waking up in the morning, I was greeted by a whole bunch of bright pink helium balloons – Buffy got almost as excited as me about them, and kept leaping for the ribbons and pulling them down! My parents gave me a bottle of Babycham (which I honestly can’t bring myself to open – the bottle is adorable, with little deer on it) and £200 – I got about another £100 from other family members, all of which I will be putting towards my new camera and possibly a DS. c:

At college, I wore the big pink “18″ rosette my mum got me – so many people were wishing me a happy birthday, it was crazy! :’D The absolute highlight of the afternoon was my best friend Jacob arriving with the most AMAZING cake he had baked himself – it was a delicious chocolate sponge cake, covered in chocolate fudge icing, shaped like a volcano with “lava” running down the sides! He had put one of those mad firework candles in it, and everyone squealed so much when it “erupted”. :’D Best. Cake. Ever. Pictures in the gallery at the end! Jack got me an absolutely stunning silver bracelet, which I can’t wait to wear to my birthday meal on Saturday. <3

And then, my darleenks, came le pièce de résistance – the Flight of the Conchords concert! After a two-hour drive to Birmingham and a ten-minute walk through the city in my ridiculous stillettos (why on Earth did I wear those?), we reached the NIA. The inside was absolutely massive – it’s probably not that big compared to a lot of concert venues, but I’m a very small person – so it was pretty crazy! Again, pics in the gallery. First on was a stand-up American comedian called Eugene Mirman – man, he was funny. :’D One of his best quotes was “I do proper dares – such as BUILD A TIME MACHINE, JACK-OFF IN IT AND SEND IT TO HITLER. That’s a real dare.” xD

And then, after a short musical interlude – out came the Conchords, in full robot headgear, singing their hilarious song Too Many Dicks on the Dancefloor (the video of which you can watch here) – I managed to get some piccies of this before I was told off for using my camera. :’D Throughout the set they alternately played songs and did a bit of funnytalky – a lot of which consisted of Jemaine trying and failing to do a Birmingham accent (which was SO funny) and them telling the most random anecdotes from their previous tours. At one point when they were talking to the audience, Jemaine accidentally hit the mic stand with his guitar and Bret was like “It’s okay, all part of the show!” and Jemaine said, “Hey Bret, tell them all about that time I hit the mic stand with my guitar!” and Bret said, “Oh, you guys, one time in Birmingham we were doing a set and Jemaine hit the- oh hey, you guys were there! You saw it all!” xD Later on in the set, Jemaine asked Bret to tell us the “groupie goldfish” story, which Bret refused. Jemaine then went on pleading with him, saying “You know the one.. with the groupie.. and the goldfish.. and the vagina..” and Bret was like “YES OKAY JEMAINE >:”. Win. :’D
As the duo are from New Zealand, where famously there are more sheep than people, a few members of the audience began to make sheep noises at them during the set. They looked rather amused by this. ;’D Jemaine said “If that is a person imitating a sheep, SHUT UP. If, however, that is a real sheep – welcome to the show!” xD
Next they played The Bowie Song (which you can watch the video of here) – halfway through, the lights dimmed and came back up again to reveal them (and their epic cello player, Nigel) in full sparkly David Bowie-esque vests and tight, tight trousers. ;D HAWT. They even played Albi the Racist Dragon (which again, you can watch here) – Bret couldn’t use the main piano for this, so instead used a ridiculous tiny red mini piano – Jemaine commented “Bret, you look like Elton John. A giant Elton John.” At the end of the song (which is all happy and sweet), Bret suddenly fired up the turntables, yelled “THIS IS A REEEEEMIX!” and started blasting crazy beats. :’D

When the last song came around, they jumped off the front of the stage – Bret managed to trip and hilariously worked his injury into the song, all tunefully – “Ow ow ow ow ow.. I may have a spinal injuryyy~” When they were climbing back onto the stage near the end of the song, the stage hand that was helping Jemaine managed to rip off his trousers to reveal his wonderful sparkly ones from the Bowie Song performance underneath, and he proceeded to trip about on stage with his trousers around his ankles while the audience pissed themselves. Oh, how I lurb them. :’D

That’s everything for now; all that’s left to come is my birthday meal on Saturday! I really can’t wait. Enjoy the few pictures that I managed to get! c: