If this two- to three week-long writing breaks keep occurring, the title of this post will probably ring true!
Along the same lines, this month is going by fast. Did Thanksgiving really just pass us? Weird. Going onto my third and final Thanksgiving dinner tomorrow evening. Can’t wait.
Other fun news? My birthday. Next week. What? Exactly one week. Kinda scary but moreso exciting. I’m turning 23. The number 23 holds some kind of sentimental value with me. It all began in Grade 3 when I was assigned my very first student number. It was 23. And 23, also coincidentally, is the number of some amazing athletes (ie. Michael Jordan). In other words, a surefire sign that I was destined to be something great (more illustrious than I am now). Also, if you multiply 23 by 3, it equals 69. Another favourite
position number of mine.
Anyways, I have a whole birthday weekend planned out to celebrate the birth of me: family dinner Thursday, aquarium and lunch with mom Friday, close friends on Friday night at Rodney’s, and a romantic birthday weekend retreat at the Westin Grand. Can. Not. Wait.
In even more exciting news (and I’ve been keeping this hush-hush for a while now), I’ve hired my first employee! Yes, someone works for me! How cool is that?! No seriously, very relieved. This enables me to have more time for myself, generate more revenue, and hopefully, will pave a way for even better things for Dolce Delights. So proud of me. Go me!
And in even more exciting news than my birthday and new hires and Halloween (pretty much taking a backseat this year) combined, I am leaving for Taiwan and Japan in exactly three weeks and 20 minutes! Booyah.
October is my favourite month. In your face, December.
Today is my birthday. I’m 22 now. I would just like to thank everybody who has made this day special for me. I have personally thanked everybody on my Facebook as well as in Twitter, text messages, emails, and phone calls. I am now up $70 in additional charges for texting. Thanks! But no, seriously. One of the warmest birthdays I’ve felt in a very long time. Thank you!
Yeah. I seemed to think it was a cool idea to drink and party for 5 out of the 7 days of this week. I came to a brutal realization this morning that my life is NOT a Ke$ha song. Or Lady Gaga’s “Just Dance” song. Or even more closely related, Katy Perry‘s song, “Last Friday Night (TGIF)”. Seriously. I need to detox. My body is so exhausted. I can’t even eat real food or beverages anymore. FML.
Pictorials from birthday extravaganza weekend part 1 (part 2 to commence this Friday):
Seb’s house party. I wait every year for this party because I can literally drunkenly stumble home. I was sad because the cops came and broke up the party at like 1am and forced everyone inside which erupted an awesome Bruno Mars singalong. And I met a childhood friend! Win.
Bianca’s birthday! Too much fun…from what I can remember. As you can see, I DID make it into Republic. Leaving is something I don’t remember. But I do remember the curb. And the random Meditteranean food. Flash of a cab. Destroying the cab. And then waking up to my credit card missing (which my neighbour found but by then I had already cancelled the card — and for a good reason). Yeah. All this happened like by 1am.
I blame this ALL on Ke$ha. But all in all, good times as always! Can’t wait to do it all (almost all) again this weekend!