This one time I turned 29

The morning of Thursday 16th February dawned sunny and cold - just the way I like it. I was awoken by the sizzling sound of bacon frying in the pan which led to the most awesome breakfast in bed of said bacon, vegemite toast, tea and candles. The tea was spiked with salt as poor Freyja had not learned our highly sophisticated identification techniques for various condiments and seasonings (salt in little box, sugar in big box). Actually poor ME really. After breakfast I was greeted by pink balloons and presents in the lounge-room, which included a bottle of wine, candy, cheetos and an I Heart NY mug.

The first port of call for my special day was the NBC store at Rockefeller Plaza. Timon bought me a spectacular tee with Tim Riggins (Friday Night Lights) on the front. We then subway'd to 14th Street so I could have the best lunch of all time at Vanessa's Dumplings. On the train home I jokingly suggested that Timon had left my present behind (all the while stashing it in my handbag - hilarious I know). Little did I know that Freyja had indeed left her purchases tucked under the table at the dumpling shop. I ran up to the apartment to call and check while F & T went shopping for supplies.

When they got back I received the most beautiful, giant helium Ariel balloon from Timon that stayed up in our apartment until last Friday.

Next stop on the party train was Blockheads for their world famous frozen $4 margaritas. I donned my first party dress of the evening and we claimed a corner table in anticipation of further arrivals. After slyly mentioning my birthday, I was given a free mega shot of tequila complete with candle.

We worked our way through some veggie burritos and an endless supply of corn chips with salsa until people started arriving. Those who joined us (and thanks to all) were Jason & Grace, Sydney and Dan. Around 8pm we trundled over to the Ding Dong lounge and met up with Anna, Adrienne and Scott. I went back to the apartment with Frazz to change into my second outfit - the infamous catshirt/dress and towering heels. Luckily I was drunk enough to pull it off, or at least think that I was. The rest of the night was spent talking and laughing and taking photos by candlelight at Ding Dong. At one point I remember meeting a supposed ex-ballet dancer who looks like a trucker and who was adamant that he'd been to Australia before - Johannesburg, Australia. WRONG.

The night ended peacefully with mozzarella sticks and hilarious youtube clips in 5J. I only nearly fell over 3 times in those heels and felt the evening was a classy success.