I am finally 22. My birthday party at Pancho’s was amazing. I have the most beautiful bunch of friends in Cape Town. I knew that people loved me and I knew there are people I can call friends, but it feels so good when people come and celebrate with you on your special day. It was actually my first “real” party. I have had get togethers but not like this one. It was all about me. I loved it. Pancho’s stuff was amazing. I felt good and everybody could see that it was a fag affair and we had no problems. In-fact I am told the barman did look my direction, especially when he heard I was wearing sexy undies. I received cute gifts amongst which was a beautiful pink tie from DH. Like a real queen, I received a bouquet of pink red roses. I had too many margarita’s to count. I couldn’t even finish my food. Obviously as the night progressed, so did my drunkness. We then headed out to Stones for the unplanned “after party”. This is where all hell broke loose.

They had a two for one and greedy me had tequila (x2) and hunters dry(x2). I was pissed after this but I went home before it all hit home, because I can remember all that happened. The problem is when I got home, I got sick. What was I thinking (obviously I wasn’t) three hunters dry’s, three tequila shots, and countless margarita’s. The next day, on my birthday now I woke up late for work. Osh called me (thank God) to wish me a happy birthday. I rushed to my new job and got there in time. I was not feeling well there at all. I kept on going to the bathroom. When lunch time came, everybody @ work dissappeared and I was left alone. I had no idea what was happening. It turns out there was a birthday surprise for me with pizza, juice and ice cream. I was so taken and I felt so good. I love my new place of employment. It really does feel like a family. I didn’t do anything else for my birthday after that. I went home and cleaned my place, rested and texted two friends to go out that night but everybody was busy. I kind of liked the idea of being by myself, and meditate on my life and the coming year. I am excitited about the next year.

The best birthday presents this year has got to be two phone calls from Sweden and Scotland. Helena phoned me on my birthday to wish me happy birthday all the way from Sweden. She is such an amazing person. I was totally not expecting the call. I had so much fun with her and her gang when they were here in South Africa in February. She will go down in my histrory books as the girl who I attended my first pride march with. Helena is such a genuine person, and always, I mean always makes me feel good about who I am. If I never had a reaosn to go to Europe, she is the perfect reason to visit Sweden. Mark my words when I say……. next stop Sweden…. after St Cloud of-course. Wendy also gave me a phone call and left me a message. She didn’t give up after getting my voicemail all the time. She persisted in calling me. It was so great talking to her, her voice sounds the same, she is still my “angel”. Wendy is my best female friend. She has taught me so much about myself and the world. I can’t wait to see her and how she looks the meomries she must have of Scotland. I am hoping to see her overseas before I see her here at home. Hope is the operative word here.

Now it’s spring, and theres nothing in the wearther that depicts that. Cape Town wearther is doing it’s own thing. In all fairness, spring does officially start on the 22nd. So I will be waiting with my shorts and colourful t’s. In the meantime I need to get serious about my school work. I have a thesis due the 22nd of October and I have no real direction. I will do make it, that I know.  I am doing my masters next. I have to graduate this year.

My 22nd birthday was great all in all. I am expecting great things from this year. Thank God for all these wonderful years of life. And yes, I do hope for many more to come.