Galentine's Day.

I'm not really one for celebrating Valentine's Day; I've never really actually had a Valentine, so February 14th has always been a day like any other for me. The chances of it falling on a Saturday this year meant I got to make plans with the girls for a day out and risk the inevitable onslaught of a London heaving with overly amorous couples.

Seriously, everyone was in a pair. As was I, with my BFF4LYF, Cherish. We hit the Black History Archives in Brixton, which had an amazing exhibition on called Staying Power, a collection of photographs by Black British artists depicting lives of Black Britons since the mid-20th Century. I'm a boring history nerd as well and a hopeless obsessive of arts and culture so this was right up my street. It's a small showing (there's a bigger one at the V&A which opened this week) but it's still worth popping down I reckon.

After that, Chez and I ambled around Brixton Market.

Afterwards, we met Jen and Yewa at Trade cafe in Spitalfields. We lamented over Hotbox being closed until 6 (we arrived at 3) and unanimously decided on Meat Mission in Hoxton.

This is me by the way. I feel like I post more photos of other people than myself on my here bloggy blog.

I wasn't too fussed about food (which was decent), I just wanted cocktails (which were amazing) and laughs (which were loud and obnoxious). And indeed, 2 cocktails later, I had joined Tinder, swiped left on what seems like half the male population of London but still managed to get a few matches.

It was a perfect Galentine's for me, I honestly have no energy to mooch around about something that isn't there... there'll be some time in the future when I have someone to share Valentine's Day/Birthday's/Fat Days/Cramp Days/Duvet Days with, so right now, I'm gonna sit tight and Tinder my way through my mid-twenties.*

*Honestly, it's so fun. It's basically a game. I swear.