So, I'm now 18. Fuckin' a. I had an awesome three nights, the first of which starting on Wednesday with my family barbecue. The second night was my actual birthday. I got a minibus to the city and went to a few bars, pizza hut and a nightclub. One of the best birthday nights I've ever had. The feeling of freedom and maturity feel really good after so long of me being the only guy not old enough to buy alcohol. Ironically, I didn't get that drunk on my night out.
The third night was my house party. 22 people turned up in total, with £100 worth of alcohol to get through, I asked for people to pay a little towards it. I ended up getting £55 from people, meaning I paid £45 and still have loads left. I can't complain about that at all. Problem is, I got drunk on a dirty pint and ended up passing out just when shit started to get good. Shit sucks.
Overall, a good birthday. Back to work tomorrow now, and I'm not looking forward to it much. I miss being able to sit around and do fuck all. That's the problem with growing up.
Spudguy out.
Peace.
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