Despite the trauma that turning TWENTY FIVE brought with it, I had a remarkably good day. I woke up to the smell of fresh coffee and chocolate croissants, the captain knows me too well. I cycled to the train station and got the train to Nice where I met a friend for coffee and then went SHOPPING.
It started off with just a few tops and some pretty stationery and then it got worse and worse until I was in an absolute shopping frenzy; heart racing, palms sweating, money flying out of my purse and that horrible shopper's guilt that I'm all too familiar with, that guilty feeling you get in the pit of your stomach everytime you buy something... but none of that stopped me. I worked my way up to the fujifilm instax mini 7s polaroid camera and a couple boxes of film even though my plan was to buy it on ebay for half the price, I just couldn't wait. I was unstoppable. I walked into the Benefit makeup shop and I went a bit bananas, personally I blame the sales lady, she was just SO damn persuasive, even though she was speaking to me in French she still managed to sell me some very expensive foundation, mascara and eyeliner. Naughty French lady. I cycled home, cheekily took a few bottles of wine from the cellar and went over to the boat next to us to celebrate. We carried on drinking on our boat and then proceed to get on our bikes and CYCLE to Juan les Pins, in our state. I don't know if drinking and cycling is illegal, but I really think it should be. To say that I was a bit of a hazard is an understatement. We eventually got there (alive) and went to Pam Pam, that awesome, vibey Brazillian bar where they serve the ridiculously cool cocktails. I understand how peculiar this sounds but there's this Brazillian dancer there that I'm ABSOLUTELY intrigued by, in a completely non lezza way, she just has the most interesting and astonishingly beautiful face I've ever seen and she's SO good at dancing. Okay now that I've said that out loud it does kind of sound a bit strange, and borderline lezza, but I'm willing to live with that. ANYWAYS... we carried on cycling to Antibes where we met up with some friends, ended up falling asleep on top of a roof looking over all the boats with a hamburger in our hands... TOTAL success. We woke up, a bit dazed and confused, realised where we were, got on our bikes and made our way back to Golfe Juan, with a little pit stop in between to run onto the beach, get completely naked and jump into the sea. It was 4.30am and back onto our bikes, completely wet and sandy and a quick ride back to the boat. So, that was my 25th birthday. It's now Sunday and I have some post-birthday blues but I still have my little polaroid camera to play with and my chocolates to eat and my pretty flowers to look at. I have a crazy week ahead of me, the sailing charter starts on Wednesday and i'm starting to get a bit nervous. But, c'est la vie... come what may.
