The Happiest Birthday

It's almost been a month since my birthday and I've wanted to write about it, but I didn't just want to tell you what I got up to. I'll be honest, I was too drunk and over excitable to do a proper review of where we went for brunch, so I gave up on the idea. But then I started looking through the photos and one thing stood out to me: SMILES.


So much smiling. Big, beaming, tooth-flashing grins; hearty, beautiful, laughter in motion. Everyone was so happy! We started off with bottomless bellinis and seemingly endless brunch at Bourne & Hollingsworth Buildings. I don't have one big group of friends, so every birthday is an amalgamation of equally awesome people who don't actually know each other but ALWAYS end up getting on.

En route from Clerkenwell to Tower Hill, we managed to sing most of the songs from Pitch Perfect (with harmonies) and jumped full pelt into over-excited mode, cackling our way through bottles of bubbles. These are the some of the people who make me laugh more than anyone else; they are willing to look stupid but have razor sharp wit. But really when you're just enjoying someone's company you just end up with a ridiculous grin on your face regardless.

Until the dance moves come out. Because if there's anything that makes you lose all inhibitions, it's all day drinking and a monopoly over the pub jukebox. Cue the sort of laughing that makes you throw your head back and accidentally whack it on the wall you forgot was behind you; that 'oh my god, please stop or I'm going to pee myself' sort of belly aching. Christ, I love this lot.

Bring it on, 27!

Thanks to Charley for some of these pics!