The week of turning twenty has possibly been my favourite
week in my twenty years. I won’t fill you in with every little detail, I’m not
sure that would be a good idea for anyone. But I will tell you some of my
favourite things.
My big circle of London friends all descended on Chelsea for
a night of madness on Monday, complete with chocolate cake, sparklers, semi
naked men and several bottles of champagne. Cue lots of
shrieking, giggling and
dancing on tables.
The girls and I then headed to Gilgamesh on Wednesday. It’s
a sushi and pan Asian restaurant in the heart of the stables market. We’d seen
and heard great things about the restaurant and from the outside, it looked
like we were entering a hidden world. We ordered drinks, a diet coke for
Melissa who was already feeling the strain from the copious amounts we had
drunk a few nights before. I ordered a cucumber and kiwi cocktail from the
rather short but totally unique menu, and I have to say it was one of the
greatest drinks I have ever had. Sadly that was possibly the highlight. While
the food was good once it arrived correctly, we were left disappointed by the
poor service and lack of attention to detail. You need to order a vast amount
to leave feeling full too.
Thursday was birthday eve and in between running errands and
salon appointments I was giddy with excitement. My bestest friends came over
and we headed out to Bodos. I’ve blogged about Bodos before when Pippa,
Melissa, Jack and I headed for a final hurrah at the end of last year. The
south Kensington venue is a popular haunt of everyone from Jamie Laing to
Prince Harry and it quickly fills up from Thursday’s- Sundays with partygoers
from all over.
And finally at midnight, complete with a rather rowdy
rendition of “Happy Birthday” I brought in turning twenty with drinking and
dancing late into the night.
Feeling slightly worse for wear, I devoured the birthday
girl breakfast scones Melissa had left for me, and headed to the station. I
find these days that I’m always travelling on my birthday. I actually rather
like it. And some calm TLC from my family was exactly what I required after the
weeks madness. I was met by my baby sister (she’s eighteen this year, I’m going
to have to let go of the ‘baby’ prefix soon) and we headed home.
Tumbling into the house I was met by the greatest looking
tea party and the promise of the impeding arrival of Em Holth from Madrid, and
my aunt and uncle who would also be joining us.
We tucked into plates of cheese and pineapple sticks, mini
steaks, pork pies, cocktail sausages, marshmallows and traffic light biscuits.
I’ll one-day post about these. An invention that transformed my childhood.
Washed down with healthy glasses of champagne and wine, we caught up way into
the night while I opened the last of my beautiful gifts.
And finally Saturday it was begrudgingly time to say goodbye
to my birthday. I was officially twenty and my celebrations had come to a
wonderful close, along with another decade of incredible memories.
