Twenty-Four.

A couple of weeks ago I turned 24. Twenty-Four. Where have the years gone? I'm almost a quarter of a century, and yet it still feels like yesterday that I was 17 years old, running wild with the sun on my back, and the breeze blowing my hair around my face, staring wide eyed up at the sun and collapsing on the riverbank content in the fact that at that very moment, my life was completely and utterly perfect. It's funny how things change; how you grow up, move on, and end up where you didn't expect to end up at this age. Life is full of surprises, mostly good ones. Ones that at 17 I never could have imagined happening to me. 

And so as I enter a new stage in my life, one of growing up and maturing, becoming slightly more sensible (but only ever so slightly...), and looking to the future, naturally I had to leave my early twenties with a bang, and enter the 'mids' with a party to remember. 

I've actually had two birthday celebrations in the past couple of weeks, the first was a lot of fun, but Roof Gardens messed up so I spent a lot of the night concerned about my guests and whether they were suitably inebriated. To their credit they are doing everything they can to make up for this, and I'm going back at the end of this month for yet another birthday night. Thankfully though we started the night at my favourite bar, Barts, and they kindly gave the girls and I a sharing teapot cocktail for my birthday! I also had my favourite; the Charleston Crumble.

Then my second birthday bash was last Friday, a small group of us went to Boujis, another favourite club of mine that I've blogged about a coupla times before. Once again we had issues...my friends are all joking that my 24th birthday celebrations are clearly cursed. We had the VIP room, the drinks were arriving and flowing and it was all good...but then a very wealthy party arrived and basically paid Boujis to give them the room and kick us out...which they did. So we took our champagne and danced the night away on the dance floor, glaring at the selfish bastards who dared to ruin my second birthday attempt.

Never mind about the issues though, I had a pretty epic night with some of my wonderful friends, and at the end of the day that's all that matters! We also finished the night in VQ drinking Oreo milkshakes and eating eggs benedict and sweet potato fries at 3am. Perfect! 

Let's just hope that it's third time lucky at Roof Gardens at the end of the month ;)