nineteen

I celebrated my 19th birthday on Thursday. I found my last couple of birthdays were anti-climatic celebrations which is no reflection on the part of my family; more down to my approach to birthdays changing as I'm gettting older and enjoyment becoming less dependent on the size of present piles. This year however really was wonderful; a chilled lunch and potter with my Mum during the day and then an evening with my friends which I'll remember with really fond memories. We spent the evening playing Beer Pong at mine. Laura and Josh made me an insane cake (sponge with a fresh raspberry filling) which teased everyone's tastebuds. And I was once again bowled over by my friends impeccable present buying skills and generosity. 

From Josh an old Olympus Trip camera. From Laura a Japanese lunchbox. From Emily an old satchel and the lost 1994 Chloe Sevigny issue of Vice. From Ellis a handsome sparkley Ganesh tattoo which I've stuck inside my moleskin.

Afterwards we made our way into town, to our old haunt which is a club on a boat. It was absolutely packed in that typically inbred Bristol where you're able to name half of the club. Friends from college, old work friends, facebook acquaintances, friends of friends home from university. Already merry from the Beer Pong and with the summer officially in full swing there was a lovely sense of homecoming on board and the entire boat seemed to be drunk in the most positive and heartwarming way. Perhaps this is a case of rose tinted birthday-girl specs, either way my amazing friends, flirtations and good dancing made the night pretty perfect.