Over three weeks ago, Erika had scheduled for everyone to have brunch together to celebrate her birthday. I was only just about to recover from a fever, but thankfully the night before the day itself it resided. I woke up at 7 in the morning to get ready… talk about being over-excited. Ahhh the life of a social reclusive.
You can’t blame me for wanting to look good for the (very) few times that I go out the house.
The only predetermined thing on the day’s itinerary was brunch at Moose Cafe on New York Street in Manchester. I’ve wanted to get the pancakes there for a while now, but opted for eggs benedict instead – and regretted it later. And so I continue to hunger for it.
Allow me to introduce you to the girls:
L-R: Georgina, Charlotte, Freddi
L-R: Erika aka The Birthday Girl(!), Abbey, ME
We had plenty of time to kill after brunch, and none of us were prepared to leave just yet; it was a beautiful day, and we have all not seen sunlight in quite a while… so we proceeded to walk towards Market Street, where Erika spotted a roadside florist and demanded flowers be bought for her.
I have no record of the event, but last year on Erika’s birthday the majority of us got ourselves new piercings. Last year I got my scaffold back (I had taken off the one I originally had a couple months before that because the boyfriend didn’t fancy me having it) because I miss it and like having it! Sorry, my love.
I did the same this time around and had another part of my left ear re-pierced – redundant, but I couldn’t miss out on the ‘ritual’ and my ears are the only spot on my face/body I’m willing to have pierced – I hate having anything on my face, and the navel piercing I used to have was a big mistake (my body rejected it).
Once everyone got pierced, we decided to have drinks at The Alchemist. As per the usual, I had an ideally adorably-named virgin cocktail, while the girls sip on the alcoholic counterpart which if I am being completely honest, am often tempted to sample but of course, never do. I’ve never knowingly and voluntarily taken a sip of alcohol and am not about to start… ever.
By the time the drinks were all paid for, it was only Georgina, Erika and I that continued to wander about town – looking to inflict damage to our bank accounts. After they left to get rest before the night’s events (an invitation I respectfully declined, as it was known to not be my thing) I walked around by myself for a while before heading home.
Till the next time, then!