A 21st birthday in the UK is an odd birthday. In America, it opens up your world and gives you a lot more freedom to drink, gamble etc. but in the UK this happens at 18. However we still see it as a big birthday, almost like you are becoming an adult properly and eighteen through to twenty was just a practice run. It’s quite an odd day because in a way it holds little significance in terms of freedom to do new things; the only thing I can think of is being able to teach someone to drive now but on the other hand I feel like our westernised culture takes it’s cue from America and still sees 21 as a big milestone.
With that being said, I had a brilliant weekend celebrating with friends. On Friday I went bowling and out for a meal with my friends where we spent far too much money in the arcade. Also I came last at bowling so clearly they didn’t understand you are meant to let me win on my birthday. On Saturday I went on a night out and had everyone round for pre-drinks before meeting some of my university friends out. My friend’s mum surprised me with a delicious Nicki Minaj birthday cake and it was brilliant to have everyone together although I was not feeling fresh when I woke up on Sunday.
On Monday I went out for a meal with my best friend from university where we tried to eat a meal made for a family of four at Frankie and Benny’s but unsurprisingly we were defeated. The final birthday celebration was a trip to Thorpe Park. It was really quiet so there was no queuing times so we got off and walked straight back on to the Saw ride three times! Luckily, the weather was really nice and warm apart from a random bit of snow! Waller also did very well at all the kiosks so we made Hannah walk around carrying a stupid amount of toys all day.
Thank you to everyone who sent me birthday wishes and celebrated with me, it was a brilliant birthday! I guess now I’m 21 I need to get a grip on my life and be a “real adult”?