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.
Outfit details:
ASOS hat, Helmut Lang’s micro modal asymmetrical bra, WEEKDAY white tee (link is to the same one in indigo), jacket and long kimono, Topshop Leigh jeans and Dr Martens boots.
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!
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