u s e y o u r h a n d s

I turn 24 today.

A strange birthday. I know I won’t be doing anything tonight except making dinner with Phineas and maybe going to kickboxing. It’s hard being isolated in a new city. I know I’ve been here seven months or so, but it still feels foreign, still feels unwelcoming.

I’m going to hunker down with some Harry Potter and a nice glass of cheapo champagne. Maybe I’ll take a bath later. There’s nothing more scrumptious than a bath with a cold, bubbly beverage, whatever form it takes.

Oh, I must discuss the lesbian burlesque show briefly. So fabulous. I’ve been quite a burlesque fan for some time, but even more so now. I definitely enjoyed the wild dancer who poured an entire bag of sugar on herself in the course of her dance. I also enjoyed the pasty-twirling pro and I’m very sad I missed out on her workshop at Early to Bed last week. However, my favorite wasn’t a very good dancer, but she was very, very pretty and wore discreet feathers. Yowza!

I was seriously dolled up for the event. The whole thing made me want to participate. Shall I take it off to a medley from Sweet Charity?

Say you, say me!

Eating: Peedge treated me to a cheese danish from the Swedish Bakery. Quelle decadent.

Drinking: Champagne!

Working Out: There are no calories on your birthday. I’m going to kickbox it up this week, even on T-Day.