A bottle (or 2) of Moët should only be cracked open on a special occasion and what better occasion than celebrating when your mate finishes an excruciatingly painful 5-year Masters degree.

Emma’s Wollstonecraft apartment was the perfect spot for pre-drinks. Sophisticated, classy, and with a stunning view of the city. It was just what we needed before hitting town to hang out in a run-down pub, alleyway and a bunch of warehouses.

I was actually planning to take more photos but I got a bit distracted by the free booze.

I love this photo! It sums up the night: Blurry, colourful and full of laughter.