Happy Birthday to Me
Well, it's been a few days since the birthday festivities ended, but it's taken me this long to drag my bones to the computer for eljay fun.
First, I'd like to thank rejeneration, foxriverinmate, darkestangelspn, and heliokleia and particlesofgale for the birthday treats and wishes. Thank you, guys! And thank you halfshellvenus for the lovely birthday fic. Mmm... Boy sweetness... It was just what I wanted. And giant snugglethumps to black_mink for the sweet card and the shiny new paid account; it's finally right again! *strokes journal* *strokes Mink, too*
Thank you, guys!
Overall, the birthday was wonderful. Everyone made me feel so special. I woke up to birthday breakfast and fancy coffee from my roommate. Later, Mink called me from far, far away and we talked forever. Thanks again, baby. In the afternoon, I went downtown to meet my roommate for coffee and shopping, with plans to go for sushi for birthday dinner. I thought that was too much, maybe, because plans had been made for the next night, because my birthday fell on a Thursday, to celebrate. But my roommate insisted that we had to something on the day itself.
While we were shopping, we got a call from my friend - who quickly became a good friend of roommate's while I was gone, which is wonderful - who was also shopping downtown. And so, although we decided to all go out for sushi together that night. We went to a place in our neighbourhood where we'd gone before and had great sushi. Once again, the sushi was fantastic, even better than before. Then we made our way home for a couple of rounds of cosmopolitans.
And then, at two o'clock in the morning, I got up and made it all the way from my bed to the hallway before I started to projectile vomit. Over and over again. I finally got into the bathroom and threw myself into the shower while my poor, awesome roommate cleaned up my puke. (I told her not to, that I would do it, but she insisted.) And then, while in the shower, I was sick three more times. When the water ran cold, I got out, and proceeded to throw up in the toilet twice more, then lay on the floor and waited for the water heater to fill a bit. After a while, I pulled myself back into the shower, and threw up again several more times. By the time I ran out of hot water again, my vision was starting to clear and I felt slightly human. I was drying off and I heard a weak Mel? from the hallway. My poor, poor roommate.
Was it food poisoning? It definitely wasn't the alcohol; I'd only had two drinks, and I have a high tolerance. My roommate felt unwell, but not sick like me, and my friend didn't feel sick at all, apparently. I have no idea what happened.
The next day I felt weak, exhausted and slightly queasy, but okay. My roommate went to work, but at about two in the afternoon, I heard from my bed soft sounds in the apartment. She'd returned early, not feeling well herself, but had somehow managed to to stop at the amazing bakery to get birthday desserts, at the SAQ to buy some nice wines, and at the grocery store to procure foodstuffs for supper and the cutest little frog candles for the birthday cakes. Because, even though we'd all had supper the night before, we were still going to have my 'main' birthday supper that night, of course.
So, after three more naps that day, the three of us had supper all over again. They refused to let me help cook anything, or do anything, which felt strange to me, but was much appreciated. Supper was a delightful salad of mixed greens, blackberries, goat's cheese, and a mango vinaigrette that they made, and broccoli, aged cheddar and pine nut phylo pastries that were fantastic. They said they had to keep it light because of dessert, which was fine with me because it was all very yummy to begin with and woo-hoo! desserts! Birthday cake consisted of six large individual cakes, and they were all fucking amazing. Oh, Premiere Moisson bakery, how I love thee... And the girls actually lit the frog candles and sang and made me blow the little cake frogs out. It was so cute and sweet, and I loved it.
Then, their birthday wishes came out as, "I'm really glad you were born," and I sort of lost it. It's not that I feel unloved in my life in general, but it just hit me, you know? Later, Mink told reminded that she'd told me the same thing, which I recall, and I also recall crying then, too. I guess some things just hit me strangely.
Anyway, I've felt more loved in the past few weeks than I have in the last few years. So thank you to everyone that contributed to that. You have my heart.
Because I feel like it:
First, I'd like to thank rejeneration, foxriverinmate, darkestangelspn, and heliokleia and particlesofgale for the birthday treats and wishes. Thank you, guys! And thank you halfshellvenus for the lovely birthday fic. Mmm... Boy sweetness... It was just what I wanted. And giant snugglethumps to black_mink for the sweet card and the shiny new paid account; it's finally right again! *strokes journal* *strokes Mink, too*
Thank you, guys!
Overall, the birthday was wonderful. Everyone made me feel so special. I woke up to birthday breakfast and fancy coffee from my roommate. Later, Mink called me from far, far away and we talked forever. Thanks again, baby. In the afternoon, I went downtown to meet my roommate for coffee and shopping, with plans to go for sushi for birthday dinner. I thought that was too much, maybe, because plans had been made for the next night, because my birthday fell on a Thursday, to celebrate. But my roommate insisted that we had to something on the day itself.
While we were shopping, we got a call from my friend - who quickly became a good friend of roommate's while I was gone, which is wonderful - who was also shopping downtown. And so, although we decided to all go out for sushi together that night. We went to a place in our neighbourhood where we'd gone before and had great sushi. Once again, the sushi was fantastic, even better than before. Then we made our way home for a couple of rounds of cosmopolitans.
And then, at two o'clock in the morning, I got up and made it all the way from my bed to the hallway before I started to projectile vomit. Over and over again. I finally got into the bathroom and threw myself into the shower while my poor, awesome roommate cleaned up my puke. (I told her not to, that I would do it, but she insisted.) And then, while in the shower, I was sick three more times. When the water ran cold, I got out, and proceeded to throw up in the toilet twice more, then lay on the floor and waited for the water heater to fill a bit. After a while, I pulled myself back into the shower, and threw up again several more times. By the time I ran out of hot water again, my vision was starting to clear and I felt slightly human. I was drying off and I heard a weak Mel? from the hallway. My poor, poor roommate.
Was it food poisoning? It definitely wasn't the alcohol; I'd only had two drinks, and I have a high tolerance. My roommate felt unwell, but not sick like me, and my friend didn't feel sick at all, apparently. I have no idea what happened.
The next day I felt weak, exhausted and slightly queasy, but okay. My roommate went to work, but at about two in the afternoon, I heard from my bed soft sounds in the apartment. She'd returned early, not feeling well herself, but had somehow managed to to stop at the amazing bakery to get birthday desserts, at the SAQ to buy some nice wines, and at the grocery store to procure foodstuffs for supper and the cutest little frog candles for the birthday cakes. Because, even though we'd all had supper the night before, we were still going to have my 'main' birthday supper that night, of course.
So, after three more naps that day, the three of us had supper all over again. They refused to let me help cook anything, or do anything, which felt strange to me, but was much appreciated. Supper was a delightful salad of mixed greens, blackberries, goat's cheese, and a mango vinaigrette that they made, and broccoli, aged cheddar and pine nut phylo pastries that were fantastic. They said they had to keep it light because of dessert, which was fine with me because it was all very yummy to begin with and woo-hoo! desserts! Birthday cake consisted of six large individual cakes, and they were all fucking amazing. Oh, Premiere Moisson bakery, how I love thee... And the girls actually lit the frog candles and sang and made me blow the little cake frogs out. It was so cute and sweet, and I loved it.
Then, their birthday wishes came out as, "I'm really glad you were born," and I sort of lost it. It's not that I feel unloved in my life in general, but it just hit me, you know? Later, Mink told reminded that she'd told me the same thing, which I recall, and I also recall crying then, too. I guess some things just hit me strangely.
Anyway, I've felt more loved in the past few weeks than I have in the last few years. So thank you to everyone that contributed to that. You have my heart.
Because I feel like it: