A Birthday and Great Yarmouth

For my flatmate Katie's birthday, we had a whole day of celebrations planned out. First we woke up at 8am to barge into her room with nose makers and confetti. Well, Danielle and I woke up. Alex and Henry were still a little hungover/asleep. Eventually we did all get up, and after giving Katie her gift we went out to breakfast at Wetherspoon's. A proper English breakfast, including: toast, egg, sausage, "bacon" (?), tomato (??), and beans (???).

I miss American breakfasts. I miss all the breakfast places in Walla Walla. All I want is a frontier skillet from Maple Counter, some pumpkin pancakes from Clarette's, and really anything they want to feed me at Bacon and Eggs.

ANYWAY.

After breakfast we took the train to Great Yarmouth, a cute town on the coast that reminded me a bit of some Oregon's coastal towns. I had my first fish and chips, we played frisbee on the beach, and I also played DDR for the first time!

My restaurant! 

The have the best names for things in England, I've discovered.

Katie, Alex and Henry.

THE BEACH! Very very flat. Quite different from Oregon beaches.

Henry and Alex, lovers for life.

Katie and me! 

There are a ton of arcades in Great Yarmouth. Giant, gigantic, ginormous arcades.

We got back to Norwich around six and the sunset looked like this:

I was supposed to meet up with some other friends that night, so I skipped pizza dinner with the flat and instead embarked on a great bus misadventure, where I ended up on the bus for approximately 80 minutes for what I would later discover is a 25 minute walk in an entirely straight line from Mary Chapman. But Katie (non-flatmate Katie) and Josh took me to a pub called the Fat Cat, which is possibly the most quintessentially "British" pub I've been to. It's the only, or one of the only, pubs in England that still serves only ale, no food, whereas I guess the majority of pubs can only maintain their business through serving food.

Once I got back to Mary Chapman, we spent the rest of the night celebrating with cake, music and, yes, alcohol. For the record, I believe I will have a very high appreciation for American cake once I return to the states, after experiencing the British version...