Had great superb birthday weekend!
Interrupted house party/ going away event Friday night at 1:40 AM to announce anniversary of exact time at which yours truly entered the world. Received twenty-five birthday spankings and downed another rum and coke concoction.
Spent Saturday lounging about with friends and then getting dolled up for night on the town. Several hours of club music, lasers and a snug corset later, crawled into bed to sleep off chemical haze. Strangely enough, am STILL in bit of a haze.
Got wonderful birthday present in the form of phone call from prospective new landlord. Yay! Am moving at first of the month in to new apartment with guypal. Quelle excitement!
I hope my birthday celebration is as fun as yours was.
August 1st is sooooo much of a better move in date then Sept. 1st, the craziest day in Boston!
And Happy B-day!
Disappointed that you didn’t get the giant lobster’s phone number, hit it off, kept his claws at bay for awhile, yadda yadda yadda and then he cooked you a birthday breakfast.
happy b-Day!
Happy Happy. So how’s the hangover?