I don’t know about you, but I’m feeling 22…

So… if you know me, it is very (very, very, very) safe to assume that you also know I’m a HUGE Taylor Swift fan. Like… huuuuuge, huge. According to Apple Music’s 2019 replay, I listened to a whopping 620 hours of Taylor Swift this year. I mean, just compare that to my second most listened to artist (who I also absolutely adore but, um, obviously not quite as much), Lana Del Rey, whose mere 137 hours of listening-time pale in comparison. I am a serious Swiftie, you  guys. No shame. If anything, I’m proud AF to stan Billboard’s woman of the decade.

As you can therefore imagine, being the T-Swizzle super-fan that I am, properly celebrating my 22nd birthday was of utmost importance to me. Because Taylor only devoted and ENTIRE SONG to this year of life duhhhh. I may or may not have purchased my outfit MONTHS ahead of time (notice my shirt and the red lip? also… allll the heart-shaped sunglasses? yeah.) and spent way more than I’d like to admit on an entirely red (Because RED) birthday cake in the shape of… well, just scroll up and take a glance at the pictures, won’t you?

Given that my birthday fell on a Monday this year, my friends and I celebrated the Saturday beforehand. I’d originally booked a closed off space in a cute ‘lil bar near my apartment for the event, but a week or so prior to the party the manager cancelled my reservation for some reason or another; apparently the room was no longer available… I dunno. Thankfully, Ash swooped in and saved the day by offering to host our shenanigans at his place, which ended up being even-maybe-better.

Ash, Brigette and Ferdinand, Berfu, Olivia, Freddie and Claudia, Camille, a new friend from the Sorbonne, Jake, and my dad were all present and made the evening fun and special and unforgettable and gosh, I love these humans so very much and am so effing grateful to have each and every one of them in my life.

Welp, that’s pretty much all I have to say about that. You can catch some polaroids from the night over here.