Gone are the days when birthday celebrations would consist of a big night out. I’ve finally had enough over the past seven years and it no longer tickles my fancy. I think I’ve had three ‘nights out’ this year and every single one of them bored me. During each of them, I was dreaming of being home watching Pretty Little Liars and eating ice cream instead. The idea of getting ready to go out makes me want to crawl up in bed and the idea of being hungover makes me feel sick before a drop of booze. These days, I’d be more likely to paint my living room than paint the town red. I’ve even stopped drinking, haven’t touched it since April. It’s safe to say that my 25th birthday was going to be a bit different.