I turned nineteen!

Right then, that time has finally come for me to amend the information on each of my social networking accounts, and goodness knows what else. That's right - I'm 19 now, hooray for me!

The day came around really quickly to be honest, which is unusual, because it's fair to say that the two weeks or so leading up to it usually really drag. But I think the fact that I'd had a party planned for at least three weeks helped, because I was actually really looking forward to my birthday this year. Not because of presents, or cards, or anything like that. No. I had the privilege of spending my birthday in the company of a selection of the best people I'll ever know. (And if you've read my post about friends, you'll understand why I'm so happy about that.)

So, I want to say thank you to everyone for coming, for bringing cards and wishing me a happy birthday. And you're all particularly great for sticking out the rain, you bunch of troopers, you! I really can't express how good of a time I had. And I can now safely say that's no the drunken version of me talking since I've had two days to recover!

I've recently gotten myself into this habit of waking up at 8 o'clock in the morning, ev-er-y morning. So Sunday was no different really. But, at the risk of seeming to eager to get up on my birthday I laid around for another hour until there was a bunch of noise going on and it seemed somewhat more acceptable to get out of bed. I don't even recall having breakfast, I just remember my brother and sister getting up shortly after me, and then we cracked on with opening my cards.

All my cards on the mantlepiece.
I honestly don't recall getting as many cards as I did this year. Maybe I have in the past, but it doesn't particularly matter if I can't remember! If I've counted correctly, there are 16 cards here from both family and friends, so thank you all so very much.

In case you where wondering, in terms of presents I received a new webcam, a couple of t-shirts, a couple of pairs of socks, a guitar mug, a Back to the Future mug & coaster, a pack of Jelly Tots (which have since been consumed), and Very Hungry Caterpillar notepad, some party glasses (which you'll see momentarily), some Koppaberg pear cider (again, consumed), two tickets to see Seann Walsh in October, and a student cookbook pack with over 400 recipes in total!

My brother, Ryan wearing my party glasses.
Once that was all out of the way it was time to prepare for the party. And, in true British summer fashion we opted for a barbeque. And again, in true British summer fashion, it rained. Quite a bit. But it didn't ruin the day, not in the slightest. Nice try nature, see you next year!

I've never lit a barbeque before, so I took it upon myself to at least have a go, and after three or four trips up and down the garden, I got it lit, and if I do say so myself, did so quite well. I should mention at this point, I did none of the cooking. That's down to my mum and her friend, and between them they did a great job, so thank you both very much. The food was great, and it seems as though pretty much everything got eaten too!

My girlfriend Hayley put together a playlist, hijacking my iTunes, adding in plenty of variety in the music, I had some input, but I like pretty much all the music I have, so I had no complaints. The playlist was a little longer than it needed to be, but it was received very well from everyone who came, so that's brilliant. Isn't she a star!

We had the party from 3 o'clock in the afternoon to round about midnight once everyone had left and the entire afternoon/evening/night was absolutely brilliant.

As we ventured into the afternoon we ended up doing shots. Now, I've done them before, but a certain somebody hasn't. It may sound a little strange, but it was nice to see people joining in with the shots, wishing me a happy birthday each time. It was like we all bonded over such a simple activity, and it was great. By this point I must have already had two, maybe three ciders, I don't remember, so after doing four shots in the kitchen before we cut the cake, things were already mixing around, but I felt fine. Some of us ended up doing another two shots later in the evening of some deathly stuff which I can't remember the name of, but it tastes like cinnamon.

By the end of the night I had drank the equivalent of six pints of cider, as well as six shots. This is the most alcohol I have ever consumed. But! Even though at one point I was leaning over in the bathroom feeling like I was about to be sick at any moment, I wasn't. Which is good, because I hate being sick.

Perhaps not everything we drank, but a good portion of it.
I've been through the photos which I took of people with myself, and some of them are actually quite nice. And then there are ones like this...
I don't even know how to caption this.

This is me and Craig. We're not exactly normal when we're sober. But this. This is just something else. There are some other pictures of people, but I'll spare you all the embarrassment.

I don't quite know what else to say really. From about seven o'clock onwards everything is a little bit of a blur, I'll be honest. All I know is I had by far the best birthday ever, and I really am so grateful of everyone who played a part in it. Whether you came to the party or not, it means a lot that you celebrated the day with me in some way or another, be it phone call, facebook message, tweet, card, or however else. Thank you all so much. And let's hope we can do this again some day!

I'm 20 next year. God help me.

- Anthony.


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