Walking in a winter wonderland

Last weekend I was in Copenhagen. Ahhh I just love how that sounds.
On friday afternoon I met Jilly at London City Airport and we boarded our flight to darling Denmark.
Post landing we had a couple of issues with money and metro tickets but soon enough we were sitting on the metro, beer in hand - hells yeah Danish drinking laws!

Tristan met us outside the metro, we literally dropped our stuff, had a couple of shots of the good ole Captain Morgan's Spiced Rum and headed out to Culture Box.
The rest of the night, I'm ashamed to say (sorry Mum!) is a bit of a blur.
Free beer for the first hour, a million messages between Trist and I along the lines of:
"Where are you?" "I'm at culture, you?" "At culture, where are you?"

Stopping off at a random bar where Tristan dropped a whole tray of shots and then tried to get away with not paying for them, having a Pizza Time stop on the way home that Jill has no recollection of, Tristan and Jill turning into destructive maniacs and me passing out in the hallway.
I'm pretty sure we had fun though.. Jill's head might say otherwise.

The next day was a little bit of a struggle, but we still managed to walk around the city quite a bit.
I did my mother proud by walking through the amazing Library - modern, black and sleek on the outside, but traditional and gorgeous on the inside, encyclopedia's galore!
We had a surreal visit to Christiania, the suburb in the middle of Copenhagen where there are only three laws, no hard drugs, no running and no photos. Pot is sold freely and houses are made out of just about anything.
The boys cooked us mussels for dinner (AMAZING) and we had a few cocktails later on at night.

Sunday was absolutely freezing, but that didn't stop us from having a crazy good lunch and a magical time at Tivoli. Rollercoasters, 5-G Force rides, mulled wine, reindeer and christmas lights everywhere!
That brought us to a 4am wake up, flight back home and me collecting Guy and heading down to Kent for Christmas.

Which is tomorrow by the way, so I hope you all have an amazing day! I'm sorry I can't be there with you all, but I'm sending all my love and Christmas spirit!

P.S. again, to my unbelievable friends who sent me THE best birthday present, I love you girls so much!

Once upon a December

Weeeeeee birthdays!
I turned the big 21 last friday, and had a magical weekend to follow.



Thursday night I headed to Stepney Green to Gatt and Jills house for a pre-celebration.
Gatt, Jill, Jared, Carly, Mark, Guy, Braiden, Rum. Fun fun times!
Jill called Anna in Melbourne and they all sang happy birthday to me at midnight. Without sounding to braggy - I got an amazing Tiffany's necklace from Mum, Mimco treats from Jilly, a lovely old book from Braiden that I can't wait to read, Jamie Oliver's cookbook and the promise of a Harrods high Tea from Guy.
It was a perfect night.

The next day I did Braiden a favour by hanging out at his place while his internet was installed (because he headed to Paris early) I got to lounge around watching movies with coffee and a croissant.
Afterwards, I met Dad and Pop at borough markets for some tasty treats before getting ready for Paris!

I met Jilly at St Pancras with champagne for the train ride. We met Bray at our apartment, dumped our stuff and walked to the boy's apartment where Ali, Guy and Gareth were waiting with beer, cheese, bread, prosciutto, olives and champagne . After a night of King's cup, a horrible cake and orange juice pulp everywhere we walked back to our place.

Saturday was an absolutely magical day. We had an amazing breakfast at 1pm (best omelette ever!) and spent the rest of the day wandering through stores, the christmas markets, down the Champs Elysees towards the Eifell Tower - which we managed to catch at 6pm when it starts twinkling.
That night we took the Metro to Bastille in the hunt for somewhere to drink and dance.
After a couple of fails we stumbled on a little bar with an underground dancefloor, which unfortunately closed not too long after we got there.
A fricking mission of a bus ride (where Naomi got hit on and then spat on) we crawled into bed.

Yesterday we trecked up to Montemarte for more treats and gorgeous views, then napped for a little too long before going out for a proper french dinner.
We grabbed some macaroons on the way home before heading to bed early - 5:45am start for Jillian and I this morning heading back to London.

It really was the most amazing birthday, and even though I wish a few others were here to celebrate with me, I love that I can say I was in Paris for my 21st.
Thankyou so much Alistair, Jill, Guy, Braiden, Naomi and Gareth for the whole weekend!