there are lots of downsides to having a party. right now, for example, i'm sitting in flith. the floor is sticky, and the couch i'm sitting on has a large amont of food scraps smooshed into it. i'm also tired and hungry. so tired that i spilt coffee all over my lap not two minutes ago. so hungry that i ate strong-light's pizza that she left in my fridge. sorry bud.

but overwhelmingly parties rule. if you were unlucky and missed the party (and here in particular, but not exclusively, i'm talking to *pete* who didn't manage to make the journey from the us of a) stink for you.

i got pre party nerves. as one does. when i get nervous about shit i procrastinate. so i wasn't ready when the first guests arrived. hell, i was in the shower. fortunately s-l was there to welcome on my behalf.

i turned my outdoors into a work of art to encourage outdoor activities.

but most people stayed in the kitchen. cos that's what people do at parties. this is an annoying thing, by the way. but in my tiny house it is inevitable.

and i forgot how since it was my birthday people might bring presents. which probably sounded like a lie when i said it last night. i have a new tea house. that i can infuse my tea with. i need to throw a tea party immediately so that i can show it off. alternatively i will take it to work and show it off every day around three pm. i also have a set of books from AL including the first babysitters club book and Judy Blume's forever. i started reading forever last night. farcken katherine bearch. she has it so easy. number one she is tall and skinny from her description and number two: the boy she is hot for is unambiguous and decisive. i think this is a miracle.

someone who adores me made me a cake

(and a collage card. i heart collage)

and GKor took it upon himself to play dj. and there was dancing. 'turn around, bright eyes. every now and then i fall apart. turn around bright eyes. every now and then i fall apart. and i need you now, tonight. and i need you more than ever...' when i hear that song i can't help myself. i'm on the dancefloor doing actions and everything.

and i kissed him. on the cheek but. i got someone else to kiss him at the same time. so that he could have two girls at once or whatever as a birthday treat. to bid him farewell as he left his twenties and entered phase 30+.

oh and i made some awesome sangria. and when i bought gin before the party the man at the liquor store IDed me. i said "bless you". and then told the man who i adore who thought i was 31 repeatedly. just to rub in the fact he was so wrong about my age. why am i so hung up on this i wonder.

i'm hung up on other stuff too but that is an entirely different blog post.

one last thing, my friends are awesome. i heart my friends also.