The Last 18th

Nearly two years since the crazy festivities began, all my friends have now successfully entered the part of their life that involves enough alcohol to fill the Dead Sea. Fact. (Well... I can imagine it would).

Every birthday has been different, and some substantially messier than others, but I'm not giving out awards. EVERYONE'S A WINNER!!

This 18th was no different. A weekend of madness which is still going on now, and will for the rest of the week.

So here's a few little snippets from the weekend in crazy drunkern pictures....

I arrived at 9pm on Friday night and walked into a chaos of absolute strangers. And in the half hour she remained with the living, my friend did her best to introduce me to everyone, before running off to the bathroom to flush her memory of the night away... I only wish I had a picture of her bent over a bucket.... Sadly, this will have to do:

The next morning was messy, and a trip into Waterlooville in the same clothes we'd worn the day before without showering is something that is only excusable if it's in the form of a walk of shame. We did see a super cool mini on the way though...

 

The night out in Portsmouth both hilarious an painful... Turns out no matter how drunk you get, you can't get along with everyone, not even your six inch high heels. But if you power through the pain, don some neon gear, you can bop along to the cheesiest pop song in history ... Or just leave and go to another night club. We did both.

(No, I don't know where I god the viser from....)

(... Or the neon shades that look photoshopped onto my face)

The next night club was much more sophisticated... If you ignore the overwhelming smell of sick and B.O. and find a space in the crowd where men don't want to violate your innabiltiy to run away (more issues with the six inch heels).

.... But we're also getting drunker, and I look like a gremlin. But that's what alcohol is all about.

After a long night, and a long taxi journey home, I think Katie's had enough:

Only one night of madness left! And it's to the casino in Gunwarf for a meal and a 'bit of flutter'. But before that a lovely lunch down Southsea with the sun shining and everyone feeling lovely and hungover.

Turns out I'm pretty lucky until a cowboy stands behind me and steals my luck. Bastard.

The birthday cake was pretty awesome though.

Happy Birthday Katie and bye bye Portsmouth. It's time to go back to uni. 

Hello Brighton!

Now it's my sister and all her friends to turn 18... Good grief that'll be a mess.