Looking back over the swarm of pictures and memories that made up this past year, I’ve self indulged as one can only do on a blog in looking back on all the brand spanking new things I got up to. It turned out to be quite a heck of a lot. Here’s my take on being a 21 year old in 2009…
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1) Spending my 21st birthday on the slopes overlooking Grenoble dressed in pyjamas.
2) Concluding said epic 21st celebrations with even more epic twin fight after ensuring that no Erasmus in the residential area exited my building conscious or coherent.
3) Passing an exam on the European Union by repeating exactly the same guff twice (and getting in some truly damning Daily Mail quotes on lightbulbs annoying the English along the way).
4) Drinking along to pretty much any song that repeated key words every ten seconds. Highlights: Dirty Dancing by New Kids on the Block. Low point. Hit me Baby One More Time (and yes, drink on Baby. Byebye Baby Chris.)
5) Making it on the infamous “Adults weekend” skiing with parents and assorted “ladz”. Nothing x rated at all about unless you count the calories consumed gorging on tariflette and vin chaud.
6) Discovering Maximator. The killer can of beer with a 10 per cent alcohol content. Cue pole dancing every road sign between my bedroom and the bar.
7) Doing the epic chocolate trail around gorgeous Turin. Probably the only legitimate outing where stuffing your faces with delectable Italian delights for three hours is permissible.
8) Seeing marmots emerging from their snug hibernation whilst on a chairlift at Deux Alpes on the very last day of the ski season.
9) Living the high life on the French Riviera; Nicoise ice creams mingled with petrol fumes at the Monaco Grand Prix warm up and the waft of decadence and celebrity at Cannes Film Festival. Let’s not talk about the jellyfish-meets-bikini-bottoms incident.
10) Getting Germ-y not once but twice this year. A Berlin beerfest with Rabotiens was followed by hot summer days on the Rhine with Roles in Mainz for just 2 poundS return airfare. German Karaoke is officially one of my “interests”.
11) Glastonbury-ing! From the nine hour bus journey slash immense cider pub crawl from Bristol to wellies, sunshine and pear cider surrounding the soundtrack of the summer. Dizzee, NERD, Passion Pit, Prodigy, Metronomy, Friendly Fires, Tom bloody Jones…even Gaga helped ease the rentre back on British ground. Not to mention two and a half hours of The Boss.
12) Having another 21st birthday six months after my actual anniversaire and hence hosting the hordes in rural Lancashire. Wonderful speeches and impressive efforts from all. Fab.
13) CANADA BABY. First time visiting North America and so first time for everything; from beaver tails to barrel racing, Tim Hortons to traipsing through the wilderness of the Great Lakes. Seeing raccoons. Cottaging (Canada styles). The CN Tower. Niagara. Toronto/Ottawa/Montreal/Quebec. Grenoblois reunions. The Beer Store.
14) Having probably the best lecture of my life when teacher decides to play 90s rave tunes to get us in the amphetamine spirit. Course subject? History of Drugs, natch.
15) Stopping drinking post pancreas trauma. Whilst irrational anger and late night kebab stops have ceased, immature behaviour in social situations and dancing like the best of drug addled 80s kids however, has not.
16) Becoming a work of art with the twin under the name of Damian Hirst. 8 hours of identical identities at the Pop Life Exhibition, Tate Modern, and a whole host of encounters with inquisitive art lovers/children.
17) Discovering “I’m On A Boat”. And consequently appling it to every situation possible. Actually getting on a boat in boiling Annecy in June was jizztastic to say the least.
18) Making it to the Crit final with the IEP Grenoble girl’s basketball team and being popped on in a consolatory gesture in the closing minutes. Level of carnability (that legendary combination of carnage colliding with liability levels) at Crit = immense.
19) Bouncing like some freaky puppet on strings whilst rub a dub dubbing to Loefah.
20) Commencing media domination with the start of this here blog, Twitter updates (mainly consisting of what exercise I am doing and what I am eating, suppose it is more a food diary than insightful excerpts from daily life) and began radio presenter training in the hope that one day I may become master of the fader.
© Miranda Thompson 2010
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