Turning 21 in Brighton...

was fucking insane. Excuse the profanity but it is surely necessary! Now you might think that Europeans just find 21 to be a stupid age, relevant only to Americans who abuse their ability to drink at 18 while in Europe. But guess what...they love it! At least every person I met during my celebrations was equally excited about it! Here's a little run through of how I spent my 21st...
Thursday night: Made a beautiful fajitas dinner at Rosie's, followed by some equally beautiful tequila shots, cupcakes and candles (thanks guys!) and a never ending game of Catch Phrase. Then onto an amazing bus ride into town where we walked out guess-list butts into Coalition for what turned out to be cheesy 80s/90s music night. AMAZING. Danced the night away, accidentally took another shot of tequila chased with a Strongbow (note to self: never do this again!) and danced some more. A late night kabob and long ass walk home later, it was the best night not to be remembered.

Friday: recovery day. Movie and dinner with friends and in bed early was about all anybody could handle after the night before.
Saturday: an amazing trip to the town next door, Lewes, to explore castles, antique shops, cafes and breweries with Amanda, taking loads of tourist-y pictures and trying to mentally prepare for the night ahead of us.
Saturday night: DJ BOY 8-BIT. OMG. Seriously the best night of my life. Never danced so much and so hard for as long as I can remember. Some of the best spinning I've everrrrr seen! Turned 21 at midnight...aka tequila shots...and spent the rest of the night at Audio, unable to tear ourselves away from the sick beats of Boy 8-Bit and his crew. (Check out my clubbing lingo...fancy, eh?)

Sunday: My actual birthday where everyone was too wrecked from the weekend to celebrate any further. So, what better excuse to spend the ENTIRE DAY in an English pub watching football match after football match? Liverpool v Everton, Tottenham v Man U, Real Madrid, Barcelona...shit got crazy. Some highlights of my first real experience watching football with English and Spanish hooligans...
*The old man who started hysterically crying while singing Liverpool chants as the return of Kenny Dalgish, the Liverpool legend, went down for the first time
*Not being able to find a seat in a huge pub with 2 movie screens projecting the Tottenham game
*All the fans being for Tottenham and not Man U...hell yah.
*English insults being thrown at the players, including "YOU DUTCH WANKA" and "SHOOT THE BALL YOU DOUSEY BASTARD"
*The spanish man who punched the wood table i was sitting at 4 times after Ronaldo hit the crossbar in the last second of stoppage time and started bleeding (aka broke his hand)
*watching a barcelona v real madrid fan brawl break out, etc.
All in all, it was a phenomenal weekend and I wouldn't change a thing. I thought I was gonna seriously miss the moment where you hand your ID to a bouncer in the states and say SUCK IT I can legally drink! But it turns out turning 21 in Europe is kinda a whole lot better....