I am now officially older.

yes... that is my age. 26. years. old.

on a happier note the waitress was apparently overheard saying she thought it was a 19th birthday party.

unless that is in fact simply a reflection of my apparent immaturity. hmmph.

He really is good at managing my temper and neurocies for the most part. And where he isn't, he does pay attention when I give feedback. And it was so hilarious when he came walking over with the cake and candles... a sudden draft (stupid sydney!) and the candles went out midway through the happy birthday song. Perfect comic timing. I loved it.

Well, I didn't cry... but I did wear black.

And as usual, I didn't take that many photos. Partly because my camera charger is in storage where it serves no purpose, and partly because I never can be bothered. Whether it is reverse vanity, in that on those occasions I thought I looked good, I look lousy in the photos and vice versa so I don't purposely take photos or simple absent-mindedness...

Anyway...

Food delish, at Balkan Restaurant on Oxford Street in Darlinghurst. No one actually knows what Balkan is. I did at one time but promoptly forgot. It's grilled handmade sausages (so freshly made you can see the imprints of the cooks' hands), seared meat, huge mounds of potato salads, piles of cabbage salad and green salads, fried calamari, grilled tiger prawns, fish, garlic bread, fettucine pasta, seafood tomato pastas and.... But so yummy, I wish I had more, but too busy yapping. Heh. Price? About $40 per head plus BYO... reasonable, and there was a serious amount of leftovers which sadly, did not get taken away to a good home (i.e. my fridge). Next time I will bring tupperware! heeheehee...

And surprise surprise.. after dinner, a quick drink around the corner (which actually took longer than expected as I waited 20minutes plus for a cosmopolitan) and I was tucked into bed, falling asleep to a video. To be fair I did spend all day at Uni, so there.

It was a good night, but I'm happy to just plod along with some pretense of normality now. I wish it was still my birthday month. To be fair, people accept my claims that I get the entire month of July... which I then extended into August due to the lousy first three weeks of July I had. But they do say denial must end at some time.

The friends that did come, and those who tried to but couldn't and messaged me frantically to apologise made it a really lovely evening in a lousy month. Am I wrong to sometimes wonder why they like me? Or even to wonder that they do like me? I do that. Maybe I am a fatalist. Tian knows what I am talking about. I don't wonder about you. Miss you Tianbabes, I wish you were there, and I know you wish so too bestie. I got the card the night before my birthday. Perfect timing as always. and Perfect choice as always.