We all know how our 21st birthday means to us. Mine, well what all can I say to you at this moment in time. Let’s rewind about a year...
I had organised my own 21st fancy-dress party via Facebook and invited most of my friends in my collage class year as me and some of my family and their friends and relations. But one person I didn’t want to see was Ryan, my nemesis. I had told my friends that I had set the fancy dress theme as to dress up as someone from a Disney/Pixar movie.
As the day gotten closer and closer, I had gotten my hopes up more and more. The weekend before my 21st I had visited one of my party guests, which a few days before told me they was unable to go, and I was ok with it and it was their personal reason that understood and respected them for. I had then checked my Facebook messages about a handful of minutes later and found that Stuie and Lorraine were unable to go to the party along with Jamie-Lee, Kevin and Nola at the time.
The day had finally come. I had things sorted to the way I liked it. I had gotten another message via text, knowing it was one of my party guests. It was my new bff Jordan (lil bro) as I called him. He had just text me saying that he was unable to go to the party along with Chris. My guest list was slowly decreasing in front of my eyes. I never wanted this to happen.
“What did I tell you” I heard my mum say to me. I only half commented in response. That night my grandparents had arrived to see what we(my mum, Carly and I) had dressed up as and to also collect us for the party after a few pictures. They had asked who we were meant to be. I had said I was Dr. Fariclier from Disney’s “Princess and the frog”, while my mum was Cpt. Jack Sparrow from POTC and Carly was Minnie Mouse.
We had arrived at the named pub to start the party off. Every so often I would look at the doorway, sighing that none of the faces I knew. By ten o’clock I had given up on the search of the rest of my guests and started to enjoy myself. Not so long after food, my supah loved song by daft punk came on and I jumped to my feet and started dancing the disappointment away despite seeing Rachel Really (my other nemesis) in the same pub.
After some more drinks in that pub, we had disbanded home, while Carly, my mum, Lisa (Carly’s friend) and myself had walked to the White Star for at least one drink each, then to Arthur’s bar for another drink each and a go on karaoke, and finally to the Farnham for more drinks and dancing.
And now you know why I was in a depression over a single birthday. I knew I needed to do something some days later in the mist of woodcarving, and I needed to release the shit from my system, so going emo again for a few days was the only thing that came to mind.