My 19th birthday...

Oh My Gosh!! A blog post? After how long? You though I'd given up. Stopped. Nuh-uh hunay. I'm still here. As cute and sassy as every, but also I don't think there's enough useless stuff on the internet and obviously the world would be at a loss if I were to cease leaving my online footprint EVERYWHERE. So here's a #TBT (throw back Tuesday (ain't nobody got time to wait for Thursday)).

The chronicles of my 19th birthday.....

Was the best night out I've ever had the pleasure to experience.

Everything about this evening was perfect. 

So, on the 16th of January we went to the cutest pub in Chelsea to have a wonderful meal. Earlier that day I went for a walk in Wembley, around the local park and it snowed! 

On the 17th, I spent the day with Alice and Jess, chilling. We decided a while ago we'd go out on the Saturday so I could turn 19 on the night out. I got ready and was told to be in flat 404 at 8. 

I got there and everyone was there. It was so cute. I walked in to see all my best friends. They'd decorated the flat with balloons and banners. There was a beautiful cake and so many presents.

I was told to open my cards and presents and was overwhelmed at the amount of time and effort everyone had put into everything. 

I almost cried so many times by just 10 o' clock. 

People were in and out of the room as we pre drank together. 

Then we left to go to Camden. 

We got to Camden station, after Amber manages to completely smash her new iPhone 6+ screen to pieces and for some bizarre and hilarious reason slapped Jack, and Alice falls on the platform. 

She's badly injured her ankle, can't move, she's crying. Another girl, who we don't know, is lying on the platform, convulsing. 

Michael and Jack both help this unknown girl, get her into the recovery position and call for assistance. While I help Alice. 

We get out of the station. Amber is wasted. So is Alice and now she's injured. Jess needs to take a moment to catch her thoughts, Freya is done with the evening and so is James. So we order an Uber. 

The taxi arrives and we send home James, Freya, Alice and Amber. 

Michael somehow convinces me to stay out and carry on the night. That leaves Michael, Jess, Hannah, Jack and I. The fabulous five. D R E A M T E A M. 

We first venture into The Worlds End. 

Then to The Elephants Head where we get the cutest little stamps. 

Then we hit Barfly and party the night away. It was I N C R E D I B L E. 

At 3 we order another Uber but it's not big enough to take us all home so me being a stubborn little princess refuses to get in and Michael playing the gentleman refuses to let me go home alone. 

We spent hours that evening trying to get home. One long walk, three bus rides later and a chilly wait at Wilseden Junction, I hit my elbow on a public telephone for a taxi company. 

Both our phones had died so we were in luck. This is the first time we'd both ever seen a public phone ring! 

Weirdly we both had a ridiculous amount of £5 notes on us and a 10 minute taxi ride later we made it home at 6am. 

That night will always be the most amazing night out of my first year. Funnily enough, the best hours of my birthday day were spent trying to get home. 

It was A M A Z I N G. 

There's not a single thing that happened that evening that I would change. It was P E R F E C T. 

So if you enjoyed reading out my birthday adventures, and if you are an amazing person, share it, like it, tweet about it.

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Until next time, remember, I've said it so it must be true....

Chantelle7

Song of the post: Wonderwall - Oasis

Drunken thoughts I've had in a toilet cubical...

We've all been there. We've been drinking since about 2 o'clock (well we woke up at 1 so obviously we can't start any earlier) and it's gotten to midnight, we've made it through pres without breaking the seal and now it is time to G O.

We've managed to manouvour our way down 2 flights of stairs, past the girl crying on the phone and away from the creep trying to summon you over. The B A T H R O O M. Most of the time we make the trek with our friends, because remember when Hermione Granger went to the bathroom alone? We wouldn’t want a repeat of that. We stumble into the stall, plonk our drunken derrieres onto the loo….

And we've probably had a few of these thoughts run through our drunken minds:

I wonder if I pee loudly. Can everyone hear me? Am I louder than everyone else? Maybe if I sit a bit different? Well that didn’t help. Maybe if I try and pee slower? Nope, no good either. Okay maybe I'm over thinking this? No one has ever commented on it. It's got to be in my head.

Why didn’t I check for toilet paper? Why is there never any in the cubical I pick? Who doesn’t leave spare rolls lying around?

I haven't smudged my lipstick have I? Am I wearing lipstick? Did I even put any on?

Where are the hot guys at? I'm cute. I'm single. I've tried my best to put my RBF away. Come at me Zac Efron. What would Zac be doing in London? We can all hope…

*High fives self* at least I haven't chundered. Y E T.

Do I have any change? The toilet attendant is probably going to pass me a paper towel. Why do I spend so much money on alcohol? How do I not have A N Y change?

I wonder what her life story is. How do you even become a toilet attendant? What qualifications do you have to have? Maybe that’s where they’ve gone wrong? Maybe ill end up here too…?

T O I L E T F R I E N D S!!!

What am I doing?

I've spent so long in here, what if someone thinks I'm taking a dump? How vile. I wouldn’t do that. I'm not that girl.

When is it time to get food? What do I want to eat?

Where is everyone?

Better go find them….

*leaves feeling like Beyonce*

 So if you enjoyed reading that, and you’ve ever had one of these thoughts when drunk, feel free to share it, like it, and tweet about.

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Until next time, remember I've said it so it must be true....

Chantelle₇

Song of the post: Black Magic - Little Mix