Happy Birthday Lady B

I woke up this morning blinded by the sun streaming in through my balcony doors. I was suddenly greeted by the mother of all headaches, last nights outfit lay on the ground beside my bed. I get up and slip on a mens singlet, I’m parched and my calfs burn from a massive night of dancing.

I walk downstairs, no one else is awake. While I wait for the kettle to boil I count four sticks of lipstick, three empty Elle champagne bottles, two battered limes and one empty 1 litre bottle of Absolut.

I put a few heaps of instant coffee in a mug and reach into the bottom of the fridge for a carton of milk. I pour the liquid into my cup…it’s thick and grainy. I consider throwing the whole coffee out. My brain pounds against the inside of my head. Fuck it.

I sit on the ledge facing the backyard and sip the highly caffeinated drink. I notice two bruises on my legs and a massive blister on my left heel. I hear a mans voice and the sound of footsteps. With one swift movement I untie my hair and let it fall around my face. 

I turn to greet a complete stranger. 

Rewind 12 hours...

Happy 25th Birthday Lady B xx