He got the shorts, then I grabbed some souvenirs for my family and adopted-sister (whose blog you can follow HERE: http://www.neon-regen.blogspot.co.uk/). Well, we have what we came for, now what?
"We could eat?"
Oh, good plan. For once, I hadn't stuffed my face all morning with everything that was unfortunate enough to find its way into my grasp; this was to be my first meal of the day, and dammit, it was going to be amazing. Naturally, we trekked to a place in Exeter that was right near by (which I do not recommend doing in studded Litas): George's Meeting House. It's a pub, yes, but it isn't the usual sort. Not too rowdy, not too nose-in-the-air-whilst-I-sip-this-wine-I-can't-pronounce. It's comfortable.
Both of us ordered roast dinners, and the boyfriend, who isn't too keen on alcohol, requested a toffee and apple cider.
Wait, he's actually asking for alcohol? Whaaat? Nope, no fruity cider then.
Instead, I slid over to the bar like a ninja and hastily ordered us a pitcher of mojito. Mmmmmm, it was perfectly refreshing. Not the best either of us have had, but it did the job. Cider is probably better for a heavy meal like a Sunday roast, which is traditional in England, but , come on, eight pounds for a PITCHER OF MOJITOOOO.
Come back to Mama, baby (Ｔ▽Ｔ)
And me, I guess, since I've been mentioning possible makeup tutorials and lens reviews, etc. After a long day of my balls sweating into puddles, my makeup stayed on fairly well LOL
