weekend of debauchery

my oh my oh myI feel about a hundred years old.So, saturday was that day that comes once a year when we celebrate St George, Shakespeare, this year the exodus and my coming of age.I'm celebrating freedom.I woke up very early in the morning, the doorbell's shrill calling and flowers just for me! I've never been sent flowers, they were such beautiful dark red roses they almost made me want to cry. Usually on birthdays I've picked all my presents about a month in advance so there's no excitement. But this year it was all surprises. I got a patterned tent (don't laugh, i have uses for it), its flowery and I will be the belle of the ball this year at reading. also got tickets to guys and dolls where I get to see the rather delicious ewan mcgregor perform. fanatastic. I could go on listing gifts but is it really that interesting? If you want to know more (you have insomnia and need something to occupy you) ask. My brother and I went on a triumphant stroll to the off-license. it was a bit of an anticlimax as they didn't id me. rats. We also spent ages in the party shop trying on different masks. he's turning into a boy i'm very proud to call my brother. he got 3! I got one plus new wings for me to fly in. It was seder night (that's the celebration first night of passover week) so i had my family over. it was somewhat depleted with my keates and kipling quoting grandfather in hospital and guitar girlie rachel on a d of e camp out. I'd helped with the cooking and we sat down to do the service. this involves doing some readings, prayers, songs and symbolism before tucking into a yeast-free diner. They made the strangest cake, it sunk and was incredibly skinny. a waif of a cake. My gal-pals (oh, i must never use that phrase again) came over to dress up. We went to a shakespearean theme club night up in londinium. I tugged on my stocking, tutu, cloak, eyeliner, evening gloves and top hat, set my wings then was ready to go. my baby brother let me put some eyeliner on him, he looked really good. got there quite early and made jokes about the pub next door that i am surely too old to find funny. little boy got in fine, he was masked up and I just walzed in and said 'I'm paying for the donkey'. which made everyone laugh. I got copious free drinks and kisses a-plenty. very loevly. I danced my little socks off, and had my first ever absinthe. reminds me of gaviscon. thats a good thing, i like my aniseed. everyone was so pretty, It was pretty much impossible to tell who was gay or straight, sometimes even male or female. beautiful, I was in rapture. I came with a midsummer night's dream clique, a puck (I like....pucking), 2 bottoms, a peaseblossom, juliet and a fool. i was cobweb. if cobweb wore a top hat. felt a little intimidated by some others, i really wanted to talk to everyone and tell them how fabulous they looked but the wallflower in me got scared. I met a pirate, a romeo, a caesar, another puck and a julia from brideshead. atleast that's what she was to me. what a gorgeous night, kit and lived up to our dancewhore reputation. we almost found hamlet. almost. better luck next time. The next day i threw a drunken picnic. lots of asti and rose, blankets, music, my friends. we lay around, very chilled, cute fun. more flowers. all sweet.Now I'm actually having to work, i had 2 tests today! I feel most hard done by. my oh my I am so very old.ps there is a photo of me here on my bday here : http://www.glam-ou-rama.co.uk/gallery_cats_view.asp?catid=1032 can you spot me? rate nicely xx