Birthday eve

That's the desert road - it's almost night time. You can't see the rainbow as clearly as i could through the car window (poking tongue).

A parcel came for me today. And a card. And I picked up my costume. I wanted a suit with tails and a cane and a top hat. But I think to pull that off you need boobs and height. I have neither in great abundance (okay, understatement) and looked like a lollipop kid (we wish to welcome you to Munchkin land). It was hard to let go of the top hat. I liked how it went with blonde ringlets. But instead I have gone with a more traditional flapper look, tassly little dress, feather boa, long black gloves, cigarette holder, fishnet stockings. I am thinking Russian spy meets Holly Golightly meets pixie. Well, I am hoping.

I am a quarter of a century tomorrow. I am sure after tomorrow I will be able to regail you with all sorts of wise and worldly words. Particularly after the bottle of wine and mojitos i plan on drinking.

Plan is to eat breakfast at cafe at the bottom of our house with my luverly flatmates, go to work for a few hours, and then wander around on my own for the afternoon, arranging a red carpet, affixing a disco ball and assembling an Elvis chapel. Then there is a 'low-key' intimate gathering at my house.

I'm a bit buggered to write anymore. But there will be photos on Saturday. That is a promise.