Happy 18th Tegan!

The only thing more fun than your own 18th is your best friend's 18th. To be perfectly honest, I don't really remember my own. I just know I was wearing nice shoes, and people kept buying me drinks, and I somehow ended up back at my friend's apartment. The Victoria Room was involved though, and an (unfortunately) hungover dinner at Aria.


but I'll stop hogging the spotlight, because Tegan is 18. This is monumental, as she's one of the last youngsters left standing. Darling Tegan enjoyed a dinner at Est of the Establishment Hotel, and then the next day we went for dinner at Hikaru in Newtown (one of the best uni student Japanese restaurants around! It's cheap and cute, and they make amazing miso soup). 

Bella and Morgana (before the failing at chopsticks and me and Bella waiting hours for our noodles debacle)

Then things get a little hazy. Location of said haziness: Freaky Tiki on King St. 

Jono

Being a tosser

Lily May Matilda

The birthday girl.

Further sentiments

Being drawn on (none of us remember this)

Obnoxious amounts of photography.