Birthday State of Mind

Wow I'm really terrible at updating this thing. But that's alright, because, as I have made clear from my last better-late-than-never post, June is essentially a series of parties interrupted periodically by work. And what sort of party involves a cake turntable, martini shaker, fancy necklace, ball-peen hammer and eleven-pound anvil? The best kind of party (that would be mine).

In my household, we try to make birthday gifts useful and personalized. The cake turntable says "I see you've been trapped in the bakery business for so long you have developed Stockholm Syndrome and want nothing more than to decorate cake in your spare time as well" (true fact. I requested this item specifically, so if anyone wants a cake with a really smooth finish you know who to call). The fancy necklace says "I see you are a classy lady". The cocktail shaker says "I see you are a classy lady who knows what vermouth is", and the anvil says "I see you are a classy lady who needs to smash things".

And it's only Tuesday. Just wait and see what it will be like by Saturday, when I have actually unwrapped and used all these gifts. Okay, so I might be sitting here draped in necklaces with a martini glass in each hand, deciding whether to spin or smash the rest of my birthday cake. But again, it's only Tuesday.

Happy birthday to me!

Graduation Celebration!

Traditionally, during the first half of ever year, I have an excuse every month to not blog regularly. For January, I am re-entering the school year and there's really nothing to blog about except the weather, for February, I'm trapped under such a frigid blanket of cold even blogging about the weather seems ridiculous, by March I'm preparing for the-end-of-term rush, April I'm having the end-of-term rush, May I'm recovering from April, and June I'm recovering from the shame of having not accomplished in May everything I swore I would do after year-end in the middle of January. And also there are birthdays.

However, June is particularly bad this year because I've actually finished my degree (officially), and there have been such a dizzying onslaught of parties in my honour that I've managed to convince myself my life will soon resemble the opening scenes of the Great Gatsby trailer I've developed an unhealthy obsession with*.