Birthday Madness.

This little memory tidbit was inspired when I found some pictures on facebook from my birthday party. I have had the laziest Sunday in the history of the world, and I have LOVED it, I'm going to very much enjoy my 2 weeks off...

Birthday Madness

For all my life I have enjoyed birthdays - it's because I am selfish and like presents, so a day where all the focus is on me, when I receive cards and presents and perhaps most importantly - cake - is a day that rocks for me.

One of my youngest memories was a big party that my mum and dad threw for me, I'm not sure of my age, I just remember having a bouncy castle and playing pass the parcel. I also remember having a massive hissy fit when the parcel never stopped on me. I was a massive brat.

I also remember going to one of my classmates Edward's parties - his parties were always fancy dress, and my mum used to get me the most beautiful costumes. Once I was Mary (the one who had a little lamb) I had a beautiful long pink dress with white lace trim and a little pink bonnet and I even had the sheperds crook. I loved that dress so much I wanted to keep it, I was heart broken when we had to return it to the costume rental.

The next year I had the cutest ladybug costume, red leotard, with wings that attached to my wrists. I looked so cute! I'd like to wear an adult version of that costume now!

My love to dress up has followed me into my adult life. I've always been a drama queen and I have always wanted to be an actress and love getting in to character, so dressing up is always fun for me.

First up was my 21st birthday, I wanted to have a party, and decided that the theme was going to be Vampire. Because I love Vampires, and all things gothic. My favourite band at the time was Evanescence and I desperately wanted to look like Amy Lee (I've always been a dreamer - ha!) I braided my hair in to lots of tiny plaits, left it in all day then took it out in the evening, my hair was mahoosive, but to make it a little bigger I backcombed it to massive proportions. I made my own outfit and put in fangs, I loved it. My best friend brought me a pink cowboy hat, which I loved and in all my drunken glory plopped it on top of my massive hair, it seemed to ruin the look somewhat but I was far too gone to even care. That birthday went by in a very drunken haze.

A few months later and it was my best friends 21st, and she decided on dress up too, she is just like me. Her theme was dark Alice in Wonderland.

This was genius, she went as - of course Alice.

I decided to go as the cheshire cat.

I braided my hair once more wanting a big lion mane type 'do. I made bright pink furry arm guantlets, matching leg warmers and a black skirt, and a black and pink top. I also had a full face mask of a pink cat.

The night was so fun, so many people dressed up and we saw some completely original ideas, like my friend Kaz she wore a pretty dress but had earrings and a choker that she made herself, they held packets of jam. She was a 'Jam tart' and she had a tag that said Eat me. As much as I loved my outfit, I was suddenly very jealous of her genius.

That night saw me getting very drunk - shocking I realise. And whilst on the dancefloor I decided to show-off once more. I had done performing arts at college and one of the things I had to do was dance, and we had to be able to do the splits, I could never quite do it, but I could stretch one of my legs above my head, so I decided to show everyone just how flexible I was.

However i hadn't done dance for several months, and absolutely no stretching, so I asked for my friend Paul's help, he grabbed my leg and hoisted it up very high, everyone was suitably impressed. And the night went on.

However the next day I realised, when sobriety hit, that I was in agony, having pulled all of the muscles in my leg, and I had to go around on crutches, when I hobbled in to work everyone mocked me...

The next birthday dress up was my 23rd birthday when I threw a party, the theme was 'Welcome to the dolls house'.

I dressed as a living dead doll, kind of zombie dolls, I made my own costume, wore fire contact lenses and tons of makeup. I once more got drunk beyond all belief, probably the most drunk I have ever gotten in my life.

It was a very stressful time organising my own party, the dj dropped out the night before my party and I had to find another one at short notice. So when my party actually rolled around and I was finally able to let loose, I did. Big time.

All my friends looked awesome, and 2 of them put so much effort in, they came as transformers, they looked awesome.

Most of my friends bought me drinks, so I had a steady stream of alcohol in my system.

My group of close male friends decided to have some fun and started a wrestling match, I was watching and cheering it on, when I got dragged down into a massive bundle. Trying to keep my dignity intact, what dignity I hear you cry-  shut up. I crawl out and find a couple of pound coins on the floor. Crying out triumphantly I scoop the money up and tuck it straight into my bra.

The rest of the evening is spent dancing, then comes my drunken classy big finish. I grab the DJ mike, ask for MyChemical Romance to be played. Then in drunken glory I bellow out Teenagers at the top of my lungs as If I'm a rockstar headlining my own concert.

If that isn't embarrassing enough, doing this in front of my close personal friends, but I decide to start jumping, right by the decs and cause the music to skip. Mortifying.

SO I left it 3 years before attempting another costume party, my 26th, based on comic book style. I wore shiny leggings, a gorgeous little dress and a bright hot pink wig and over the top makeup like a mask. A lot of my friends didn't dress up,but I still had a blast.

I had a hotpink watergun that I filled with vodka, and everyones initiation was that they had to drink from the gun as I squirt it in their mouths. All very well until I squirted vodka down my own throat and choked. Nothing more attractive than a constant splutter and hack. mmm sexy.

I can't wait until the next costume party...