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my 5th night of birthday celebrations. i organised dinner at home for pauline, pauline's mum, dean, imma and myself. prawns, dips, and mussels. pauline's mum brought a beautiful cake. such an experience. laughs all around. video soon to be posted: me blowing out the candles. the frickin' candle wouldn't blow out. hilarious. i opened my present. ipod video. love it. now i can take porn to canada and watch it on the plane.

birthday drinks at canary club was amazing. it started off a bit quiet. i was so nervous about the night. i was really scared that no one would get along. we started off with a bottle of moet and chandon and it seemed to relax everyone. at that point i realised i had nothing to stress about.

the night worked out really nicely. everyone was talking and just getting along with each other. our fears of dean, imma and myself supporting the party and having to run between groups to keep the life of the party going were unwarranted.

i had a moment. dean had said to me before the party: i want you to look around, and realise that everyone is there for you, because they love you. as i walked up to Joel for a birthday shot, everyone started singing. it was fucking amazing. i almost cried. i looked around and saw everyone. later on in the night, tim sent me a message which only reinforced that feeling of love.

i ran into some old work colleagues. they were out to celebrate christina's farewell. i quickly invited them upstairs - "theres a bunch of fags and a tab, come upstairs and have a drink". I got them started on long island iced teas.

i can't remember much of canary club. but i do know i had a good time. i remember chatting with people, just can't remember what i said. i was most probably talking shit.

next stop after canary club was onesix. most people had left for home or heaven's door/gate/whatever. i was keen to party on. we took a taxi to onesix. we ended up waiting outside the pet store for taylan. i call my sister in toronto. lets not think about my phone bill... she seems to be holding up well. i told her dean and i might meet them at mardi gras if they are in sydney. i was so very drunk at the time. "oh my, i am so fucked karen. the nights been great, went for drinks, now we are heading out, i'm drunk". taylan bailed on us, and my next fear was that we were going to get knocked back from one six. we've never been knocked back, and i didn't want the first time to be on my birthday night.

we get in, did the usual, hid in a corner for 15 minutes just sussing out the crowd, then straight to the dance floor. we were dancing, then someone felt me up - i thought to myself: not another drug fucked asian girl. i turn around and its freddy, simon, emily and dee - asians, just not drug fucked - love them. i honestly can't remember much from then onwards. i remember freddy coming up to me and apologising for having to leave. he is such a sweetie.

we sat down in a corner, and a girl asked us for a cigarette. i think imma obliged. she introduced herself to us, and then introduced us to her husband's best friend. the three of us always seem to meet really interesting people at one six. no one seems too shy to talk to us. we just sat and talked for most of the night. it got to about 5 or 6 o'clock i think and luke and rachel had to leave. imma got an unexpected invite, and we urged her to go have fun.

that left dean and i. we decided to head to market as we weren't trashed enough to head to revolver, and not ready for circus. the crowd was the usual crowd. I didn't really care for the crowd. i was just out to have a good time. i bought us a bottle of water and we did our thing. bought a glass of champagne and then mariah came on. we downed the champagne and ran for the dancefloor. the three songs i remember are: say something, be without you and aint no other man. the three songs which bring back memories of good nights out at the market. at one point dean left me on the dance floor by myself. he told me to hang on. fucked as i was, i didn't really know what was going on. he comes back, dances a little bit and then grabs me. he spins me around to face the wall. The lasers spelt out "happy birthday andrew. d.s.". special.

when we got tired of the crowd and the music we decided to head to hairy canary. i thought it would have been a lovely way to finish the night. we rock up there at 9:00AM and start on a glass of wine. dean ended up falling asleep on my shoulder and knocking the ashtray onto the floor. we are so classy. it was time to call it a night. we cabbed it back, dean headed to bed, i headed for the shower. i changed into my peter alexanders and crawled into bed.

i slept like a baby, woke up at 4:00 and stumbled downstairs. as i open my bedroom door, imma opens it from the other side. she smiled at me, and smiled back. her mouth opened and you could feel the excitement. i drag her upstairs so she could tell us all about her eventful night.

the three of us decided to get some breakfast at nudel box. we drove out to hawthorn, via toorak, damn scenic route. i was trying so hard to concentrate on driving i just forgot where we were going. we eventually made it there. i had two bites of my noodles and i was full. struggled through the rest of it. headed home.

the three of us stumbled upstairs. we chatted for a while and then one by one, we all passed out.

monday morning i woke to "fuck i missed my hair appointment!". in my sleepy state i think i mumbled (or at least thought) - "just reschedule it for later today". imma replies "you dont understand, the appointment was for yesterday..."

massive weekend. i've partied harder before, but this weekend was something different, something special.

to all my friends: i love you.