24 Candles & 1 for Luck
I’m sure nobody gives a flying fajita about how I woke up to the sound of rain trickling on the side of my fogged window on the morning of my birthday and that it looked SO vintage. Or that I was curled up in bed, in my silk pajamas, misspending my precious morning daydreaming quite like Holly Golightly…yadda, yadda.
So, fellow divas, here’s the lowdown on the most important day of the year, September 21st, the very day that I graced the earth with my itty bitty footsteps.
Goals, reflections, wishlists were all secondary. What I really wanted for my 24th was utter happiness, in large or extra large doses. One hundred percent. Without any compromises. Simple contentment.
Demanding, aren’t I?
Those who know me well know that shiny, sparkly, colourful, flashy, over the top things fascinate me. Those who don’t know me well, know this also.
So, naturally, I went about spending my birthday in a good old, fashion funk; styled my hair, donned my jewels, painted my face and pranced around the house, like a self-absorbed birthday girl would.
As the ancient philosopher [insert random name] once said, “In the buffet of life, friends are the dessert” and I, for one, truly, madly, deeply believe in this wise man’s(?) words. Read on and you’ll know just why.
At the crack of noon, my squishysoulmatetherapist Laila, knocked on my door and surprised me with what I like to call the white platter of joy – a tray of scrumptious pink and white cupcakes that read my name and were decked out in contrasting sprinkles, rose petals and a cutesy balloon to match. Rewind. I said cupcakes, and there’s nothing a cupcake can’t solve, so imagine my delight.
After a total wardrobe malfunction (we can thank the rainy, wet, gloomy Canadian September for that) I bundled up in cashmere and headed to my prosaic lecture that had me fighting to stay awake. Sigh, the student life.
Three monotonous hours and thirty insipid minutes later I met with allthatiscuteandcuddly Sonia, who tricked me into believing that we were meeting bonnieakshoolover Ashley for a small coffee date. Much to my surprise, this date was going to be neither small nor did it involve any coffee.
As I unclenched the doorknob to open Ashley’s pale white door, five incredible friends surprised me with a heartfelt, euphoric “Happy Birthday” bearing smiles, gifts, a glorious birthday cake and a stash of sinful delectable’s to fuel me up.
They totally knocked my socks off, inanawesomewayofcourse.
To say that I was over the moon would be an understatement. I gave a sigh of bliss and embraced my friends one by one. Each and every one of them had a story, an engagement, a possible predicament in their lives. But they chose to be here, huddled in a green room, quiet, waiting patiently, in anticipation to hear my footsteps and smother me with birthday love. Overcome by emotions, I teared a little; the moment was precious and the timing was right.
One minute pumpkinsugarmissfitness Asha giggled in my ear and the next second I found myself posing for the cam with slickchunkymonkeyjunior Mik. What joy!
The remaining night was infused with warmth, laughter and a bond like no other. It was perfect, to say the least. This surprise, which was my fourth ever, plainly exceeded all my expectations.
So, you see, in MY spicy buffet of life, my warm-hearted friends are and will always be the decedent dessert (thankfully I’m not diabetic – cheesy, I know).
What about the bbm status dedications, midnight phone calls, text messages and wishes from the rest of the bunnies of this world, you might ask? Well, they’re the butter-cream frosting to my red velvet cupcake; nothing like it.
With gratitude, satisfaction and happiness I took a deep breath and blew out my candles and devoured not one, not two, but three lip-smacking birthday cakes.
La vida es Buena, until I go near a weighing scale, that is.
A big thank you to my doves who spent their Friday night celebrating with me, in style!