If you have been living under a rock (or just not reading my blog recently), it was my 25th birthday on Saturday. Twenty-five already. Wow.
In aid of my celebration (read: commiseration), I threw a party at a local nightclub, where you can hire out the a room and have your own bar and shizzle. I was so worried throughout last week that we wouldn’t have enough people to come to the party; about a hundred people who I had invited still haven’t RSVPed or told me why they couldn’t make it, which is a bit rude and a lot annoying. Nevertheless, I had an awesome time! The drinks were a-flowing and the people who were there were the people I really and truly care about anyways, so I was happy.
I actually didn’t take any pictures, so I can’t even do an outfit post, but maybe when I’m bored, I’ll chuck on what I was wearing, just to show you all. Although Lucy spilt a whole drink down me at the end of the night, so I’ll dry clean first… Mum also decided to smoosh cake in my perfectly made up face, but I was too drunk to really care. Ha.
We got home and stayed up, chatting until about 4am. Needless to say, I was pretty gross on Sunday. All day. So we had a greasy Domino’s and slept all day.
Just writing this post for a massive thank you to everyone who turned up to help me drink away everything. Thanks for the presents, mostly champagne, which I don’t think I’ll be drinking for a while… Bleurgh. And thanks to Jay for keeping an eye on everyone who needed an eye on them, and to Mum, who ran a ‘free bar’ for everyone to have an amazing time. You are both incredibly awesome 🙂 Bring on the next one?