March is my favourite month of the year as it has a very special day which is 19th. This day is my favourite as it is my birthday aka saint Tamara Day. I for one, love celebrating my birthday as it's all about me and I even like to stretch it out for a few days (this year I received happy birthday's on the 18th and the 20th).
This year I'm turning 19....OK I'm turning 29! Getting slowly closer to turning the big 30 which of course will be mega (I'm hoping for a trip to Paris or fingers crossed New York). All my closest friends know I like to party and this year was no different. As I'm getting on a bit now I don't go out out as much as I use to. This is because the people I know don't have the time as they have things called kids (they are lovely little creatures but I am definitely not ready for motherhood). Anyways, I always try to find a reason to party and celebrating a birthday always receives a yes (if you book in advance that is).
I might be getting older (though people think I'm in my early 20's-still got it), I don't feel too fussed about getting old. It's going to happen isn't it, so why not celebrate getting old, grey, deaf and getting false teeth. I cannot wait, OK that's all a lie but when I hit that age I will let you know how I truly feel.
Growing up I couldn't wait to hit 16, as finally I could have sex legally (more like being seen more as an adult than a child, which didn't happen either).Though it was cool turning 16, there was still so many restrictions. I just counted down the days until I turned 18, so people will finally take me seriously and also where I could get into nightclubs, without desperately trying to get in without an I.D. I was so chuffed when I received my provisional driving license in the post. It wasn't for the fact that I could start doing driving lessons and pass my test. Oh no, it was for something much more important, it was the golden ticket for me to be able to get into all these amazing nightclubs which people banged on about. Being 17 sucked! You were too old to go to under 18's and just a year out to drink legally. That year definitely dragged but I also made sure that I had a big party with a theme of course. I chose black and white and to make sure I stood out the dress I wore was red. The dress, looking back now was so tacky. It was shaped with a corset and a tutu and on the back it had diamantes. Oh so classy. I loved that party, I felt so popular as most of 6 form turned up and half of my brother mates too.
Another birthday that I made sure was a big knees up was for my 21st. This time round it was fancy dress and though my outfit was a ring leader (from like a circus) unfortunately all the photos of me are horrendous as I was a chub chub and the outfit was unflattering. Though I hated the way I looked, one thing is for certain are that my mother gave me an amazing birthday surprise present. She got me a stripper! (Sorry Dave). That experience is something I will never forget (again sorry Dave).
I have always been a fan of my birthday, growing up I had a few birthdays held at McDonald's (god that makes me feel old). A couple at an indoor adventure park called the Biz (I think), I loved jumping into the ball pit. I also had couple of parties held at home when I lived in Brixton (and no we didn't play pin the tail on the druggie or used knives to play with).
The reason I think I love celebrating my birthday, is because I associate it with good memories and fun times with the people closest to me. One year, I let Dave sort out my birthday and he chose for us to go Go Karting. Though I can say I have done it, I won’t be rushing back to it again. He made up for it as it took me to see Beauty and the Beast afterwards. This year I gave him some ideas and he chose for us to go Axe throwing, which was another experience. Afterwards we went for a meal at a pub restaurant called the Riverside, which served tasty food and our waiter was entertaining. The weekend before, I went down to Kent to party with the girls and to pretend to be 19 again which was also eventful. All in all, Turning 29 was successful and I got truly spoilt. Bring on turning the big 30!