In four years I've had four grand birthday parties.
When I turned 20, we had a 60s themed birthday full of handjives, the Boat That Rocked and Hairspray soundtracks and lots of dancing. I wore a ridiculous striped dress that I still have in my closet.
When I turned 21, we had a tea party theme and it was literally (said in Chris from Parks & Rec's voice) the best night. Lots of amazing people from both uni and from my hometown came, hilarious speeches, and my flatmate Simon and I did a huge dance and sing to "Under Pressure". We ended the night at Boogie Wonderland (my fave nightclub of all time).
When I turned 22, I had a 90s themed birthday even though no one, including me, dressed 90s. We listened to Spice Girls and Backstreet Boys all night and had the rugby world cup in the background. I may or may not've gotten drunk.
When I turned 23, my workmates came. I love my workmates. My friend brought me Primo chocolate milk for my birthday (inside joke). We drank the weakest, most sweetest punch in the world and listened to the weird music on my iTunes.
It's funny looking back on how I may have changed - my hair, frizzy, straight in the next. Red faced. Tan, , pale like Edward Cullen.
And I appreciate my birthday parties.
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