well. another birthday come and gone. Had dinner to celebrate aforementioned birthday with passing-through parents and Clay on Friday night, and not one of them actually said the words “Happy Birthday” once. Although, Clay did pass on a message of “Happy Birthday” from his friends, but neglected to wish me well himself. shrug.
Saturday (the birhtday itself) came, and I woke at 6.10am, having to see my parents off at that ungodly hour of the morning, made them coffee, and away they went. My sister called to wish me a Happy Birthday, and I nearly fell off my seat when she did. I was supposed to join Daniel at the Harry Potter seminar/debate thing, but after the late night/early morning combo, I just couldn’t get off my ass to get there in time. So instead I had a quick-as-a-flash coffee with him, then headed off towards a lovely Bloody Mary at Satchmo’s with Craig and Sara, then off to a 50th Birthday party in Highgate HIll. Laughs and whatnot, and a few drinks, at Kerry’s fabulously catered do, in her fashionable chic/eclectic renovated federation Queenslander with views of the city skyline.
Sunday, Clay came over and still forgot to wish me Happy Birthday, though he went through his tax stuff, and and his box of stuff, told story after music-industry-story, stayed for dinner, then took off into the night, promising to be here sometime today to finsih off his tax stuff. I called him earlier, and he’s not sure if he’ll make it. Good thing I don’t have plans for tomorrow, for I’m sure I’ll spend that waiting for him to call to cancel. Yet again.
Oh well. yadda yadda yadda.