The Festival of Me

Friday was just wonderful. I awoke naturally, there's nothing better than opening your eyes and feeling refreshed instead of startled out of sleep by an alarm. A lazy morning followed with a late breakfast/brunch of scrambled eggs and smoked salmon on a slice of rye at a favourite cafe in the CBD. The afternoon was filled with a pedicure, tarting myself up and visiting  my hair stylist to get an updo for the evening's festivities.

Prior to the party I had been disappointed by some longer term friends declining the invitation.There was a time in my life I spent a lot of time with those people. It's sad, but I think we've all moved one. The friendship was based on partying together - getting drunk at the pub and enjoying good live music. Most of them are now going through the whole breeding thing which really isn't for me. While I'm still fond of them and (I hope) vice versa I just don't think we have anything in common any more. It made me sad to acknowledge it but I'm now able to accept it as part of life and not be distraught over it.

I had an absolute blast at the party. I limited my drinks - I recall having 6 or 7. Calorie-wise, horrid but in terms of being able to function the next day - splendid. The people that attended just made the night - the friends I see on a regular basis and a few I don't see nearly as much as I'd like to and I'm so glad they made it. Thoroughly spoiled with gifts, excellent conversation and compliments about my hair and frock.

Wishing now I'd taken a photo, to remind myself that even though I am a chunky monkey right now I'm not hideous.