Birthdays past and present
A year ago I went out in Melbourne with my housemate, Wendy, to do an early celebration of my 30th birthday. It was a brilliant night, thanks mostly to Wendy's outgoing nature and the friendly openness of people in Melbourne. We went into at least 4 bars and chatted with so many people. I got a massage, and had my first Cowboy, a shot of butterscotch Schnapps with Bailey's floated on top (in looking up the shot online, I see that it's actually called a Cocksucking Cowboy, something I don't remember people telling me, or at least not something I noted in my journal). And that was just in the first bar we went to. I had strangers toasting my birthday and people telling me I should go skydiving or deep-sea diving to mark the occasion. We headed home at 3 am, once the bar we were in was starting to close, guided home by a bright full moon.
Once Wendy and I had settled down at our second bar, she gave me an astrological analysis of the relationship issues I had at the time. Say what you will about astrology, it gave me some hope and comfort, which I very much needed.
Wendy also asked me what I envisioned for the next year, and I really had no idea. I couldn't see anything beyond getting off the plane in Amsterdam in February. But now it's a year later, and look where I am. I have my own place that I furnished myself and which I love very much, I live in a beautiful city where I've met many great new people, and work's still going, fueled by my wonderful co-workers. So, to that me of a year ago, I say, "Don't worry. You always worry too much, silly girl."
Thanks to those who made celebrating my 31st birthday memorable. It was good to see everyone, though I'm sorry some of you couldn't make it. There's always next year. =)