Thursday night started with ridiculous traffic nonsense, so I diverted to apres in mall of the emirates to meet up with PB and his work crew, for a couple of starters-for-ten. Headed off to Madinat and Jodi et al for quiet dinner in noodle house, all still relatively tame, then left bank for a final few, which is about when the wheels fell off. Bumped into helena, so clearly needed to drink champagne for our respective birthdays, counted down to midnight for her birthday, more champagne, found the N's & G, more champagne, danced like an idiot and counted the fifth cork fly into the air, cab to budda bar, home & passed out. Nice end to a quiet night then.
Raised myself relatively early and joined H at Jumeriah Beach club - while waiting for her in the serene lobby (water features, incense, calm people) I got the most hilarious voice mail ever from the sproglets, who'd woken up pissed still from their night out and composed a pre-birthday rap for me, which they then sang to my voicemail. My favourite line was - there's no crime in turning thirty, as long as you stay fun and flirty..... seriously funny - they framed the post it notes that they composed the lyrics on, and that became one of my presents, which is truly excellent, and will take pride of place if i ever sodding get a place of my own. (Which is mission for this evenign actually). Actually snored during massage, it was that relaxing, though that was embarrassing and i woke myself up, i don't think it was really a snore as such, more a little poof of air, as obviously i'm far too genteel to actually snore.
The evening kicked off with M getting in a panic about her outfit, I had new dress that had taken five minutes to buy, was terribly pleased with it on the night but now don't like it in the photos, must see more photos to make a proper judgement. Hmm. Had champagne when people came out of the lifts, and the whole rooftop was lit beautifully - apart from me forgetting that in Dubai, an 8pm invite actually means 9.30, and getting a bit stressed at about 9pm, it was a fantastic evening. People stayed pretty sober, as everyone was in little black dresses and jackets etc, which was fab as it never happens, and mingled fairly well. Omar became after party guru, and got us all guest list at Trilogy, took mum along which she enjoyed, and then she came along to Andy's after party as well, drinking some amphetamine filled drink at six am that he'd brought back from thailand. As I slept on the sofa. And she's fifty odd. Well, odd, anyway.
So now I'm thirty. Spent my actual birthday on the sofa opening presents - many of which were duplicates - hilarious but bizarre - and watching crap tv. Made lasagna, drank more bubbles and crashed... fabulous day. And I'm absolutely unfazed by the birthday/decade thing now, having totally freaked about it a couple of months ago... I guess i got it out of my system. It was time for a new decade, was getting a bit tired of the last one. Bring it on.
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Happy birthday Aimeee pet
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