Happy birthday Cara Delevingne! Everyone's favourite model/actress-maybe-in-the-future turns 21 today. And that has made team MyDaily remember our own 21st birthday parties.
My stepfather manned the barbeque, my friends merrily Cava-ed their faces off and my family said the usual "I can't believe you're 21" stuff. Everything was going great until I revealed to my pals an ex had written me a song and it had arrived in the post that morning.
Said song had bar codes and everything - perhaps he thought I could learn it and sing it to myself? Anyway, one thing led to another and my sort-of Uncle Roddy (you know how it is) actually did learn it on my mum's guitar and then serenaded me in front of the whole party.
It would have been fine had it not been for the lyrics. For example, the one that made my mum reach for the gin was: "Sara you don't know how lovely you are, Sara I think you could be a porn star". Er, yep. We all hit the booze pretty hard after that and my poor ma disappeared to the kitchen with a bottle and a friend.
The main event was a day at the races in my home town. I invited 10 uni friends to drive down the M4 and spend their Saturday gambling and drinking hot Jamesons (it's cold at the races in November) before we went out for a big group dinner and the obligatory night out.
The second was on my actual birthday a few days later. This involved decorating my student house with fairy lights (they made every student house look prettier), inviting everyone I knew to come round for cava and cake and wearing a crown while I danced in the living room until it got light outside.
Even though it was just three years ago I can't actually remember what I did to celebrate the momentous occasion. That's probably because all memories have been tainted by my ex boyfriend and his gift-buying abilities.
I was super excited about what he'd bought me. C'mon, who doesn't live for the presents? And as I frantically unwrapped a teeny tiny box I was shaking with delight. That didn't last.
Turns out he'd bought me a charm for my charm bracelet. Awww sweet, right? Wrong. He hadn't done much research and the charm he picked didn't fit my chain. Bummer. But not the end of the world.
He took it back to the jewellers to exchange it for something else, but while he was there he decided he couldn't really afford to get me a present at all so just got a refund. Yup.
First came a blinding meal at a hotel called The Castleman in my hometown Dorset with ALL the family - champaz on the lawn and all that jazz. Then mum had arranged for the rest of Dorset to pitch up at the house for our return - the garden had never seen so much bunting - and that's where the real birthday boozing began.I wore a navy strapless dress and got my first (and second) little blue box complete with white ribbon. You know the one. I felt like a total princess.
Later, the uni celebration was Disney themed (naturally), I was Pocahontas and my fella made a poor attempt at John Smith (complete with indian head-dress).
Before hitting Oceana (for those who don't know, it's a shady club in London that's perfect for 21st parties), we played Ring of Fire and I got so vodka happy I tripped down half a flight of stairs taking a fire extinguisher with me and came round to my housemate straddled over me singing 'Gold Digger'. Best night ever.
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