To street parties and house parties and the mess that comes with them;
To eating 4am burgers on the floor of my kitchen.
To accidental cock-blocks and stolen life rings;
To tipsy walks home and spicy chicken wings.
To “How High” and “Scrubs” and hangover cures.
To making fun of my laugh; to the sound of yours.
To having a smile that makes my dad want to kiss you;
To having a tattoo that makes your mum want to hit you.
To crashing on your sofa and crying on your shoulder;
To never getting wiser even though we’re getting older.
To “going in” for one another and growing up together;
To being there for one another and getting drunk together.
To basketball and cider and always staying ’til the end.
Above all, to you; for being my friend.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, YA FANNY!