What a difference a year makes…

So I had a birthday do on Friday (I've, *ahem* hit my late twenties). It was all arranged pretty hastily because I was massively disorganised; as a result, planned karaoke was abandoned in favour of another evening at the lovely Drink, Shop & Do, where I had similar celebrations last year and which I highly recommend if ever you find yourself in the Kings Cross area.

Anyway, official photographer Yazzle Dazzle finally got around to uploading her photos of the evening to Facebook today, and I was struck by a remarkable similarity between one of last year's pics and one from this year's do.

Last year.

This year.

I don't know why I felt the need to recreate this look, because quite frankly it looks like I just shat my pants. Mind you, it does make a change from the suave/seductive pout I usually put on when a camera is pointed in my direction.

I could also blame it on the fact that I was actually drinking this year; yes, I put aside my teetotal tendencies for one evening and got utterly spanked on Espresso Martinis. Three of them.

I'm nothing if not a cheap date.