Anniversary

Today is my birthday. Now that I'm 26 I expect my life will be pretty different. Like, when people ask me how old I am I'll start to feel a sense of shame or something. Nah, that's not gonna happen. I'm among the lucky ones - I've got four older sisters and one older brother! That means I am FOREVER YOUNG. I kind of like that.

I took a few days off work last week and drove down to Wanganui and Wellington for an extended weekend. It was a busy time of catch-ups and coffees, with a bit of shopping and quite a lot of gossip. Shout outs to Joanna, once again the Queen of Hostesses, and also to Jane who most graciously put me up and kept me fed and watered throughout. Thanks Jane! And to everyone else I hung out with - it was sweeeet to see you all. Namely Ange, Hugo, Lisa, Jimmy, Marilyn, Johnny, Nick, Amelia, Matty, Esther, Georgie and Gibby.

Some funny things happened to me in Wellington. I was rendered speechless by a phone call I received while at Real Groovy. I cut my hair in a public toilet. I received a creepy massage that _actually_ tripped my violation scale. I saw a band called Pig Out play in Georgie's lounge (they was great!) A man about twice my age offered to draw a tattoo on my stomach and then lick it off. (I declined). Next day I remembered that it's water you're supposed to drink a lot of after a massage, not beer. Urgh. I ate a lot of Roti Chenai. Sooooo gooooood.

The highlight of my birthday so far, besides seeing (then crawling under) a really big fallen tree at Western Springs lakeside park this morning, occurred just now when the boss and I took turns throwing feijoas out the window, trying to hit the Stuffed Pheasant. Neither of us got it, but I was pretty close. It's the little things, really.