'to me, fair friend, you never can be old'
Balloon attack
Her cake
I was there
I've lost count on the birthday parties I've been to these past few weeks, and it's not the end. Birthday party invites are like spring flowers sprouting across your gloomy winter social calendar, you welcome their appearance more than you want to pluck them. You catch up with old mates, and make small talk with new ones--it can be a boring routine, unless once in a while you do meet an interesting soul. Or, say, you happen to sit next to a BA flight attendant, and you secretly think if this new found friend can upgrade your ticket to business class. People are always n.i.c.e., but I'm extremely choosy when it comes to picking shells from the sand. But such feelings must be reciprocated. I am lucky--ones I like happen to like me as well. Birds of a flock group together. In any case, just sing the song and eat your cake.