27

1 year older.

2 text messages received.

3 hilarious renditions of ‘Happy Birthday’ heard, in Greek and in English.

4 adorable “Bayee” s in rapid succession from nephew this morning. (That’s him saying “Bye”. That’s just one of the words he can say. Happy Birthday, cool Aunt Hope is clearly not amongst them.)

5 phone calls from the make up artist at Bobbi Brown to offer me a free consultation.  Thanks but I’ve already got ten million things to do today.

6 times I pressed snooze this morning before getting out of bed.

7 drinks I will probably have tonight. Four of those will definitely be water.

8 jokes that will inevitably be made due to my supposed sobriety.

9 p.m  Drinks at The Bar. You are all invited! And what the hell? First pint’s on me.

10 finger nails waiting to be manicured.

11 invited guests.

12 glances towards the entrance in the hope that Real might just happen to walk in.

13 estimated trips to the bathroom.

14 minutes spent listening to the manager at The Bar explaining the reasons they do not reserve tables. Boo, I say!

15 telephone conversations to plan my outfit. Then I realized, its The Bar! Jeans and a sexy-ish top will suffice.

16 log ins into Facebook already. It is only 12:20 p.m. I am loved!

17 oh hundred.  The time my mother says it is officially my birthday. “All the hours before that don’t count?”  “No, you were still in my tummy!”

18 items on my Amazon Wish List.  I wonder if I’ll get any.

19 minutes to get to work. I took my sweet arse time this morning.

20 minutes spent trying to decipher my daily horoscope. “Your mind wanders to lost love and things unsaid. You’re distant and attractive. Engage with your surroundings if you’re getting lonely.”

21seconds pondering whether The Man will send me a message.

22 degrees Celsius today. I’m wearing a polka dot dress. I feel pretty cute.

23 comments on this post.  My prediction.  Let’s see if we can beat that! I’m buying you a beer, its the least you could do.

24 hours in a birthday.  Only! Sigh.

25 birthdays spent single. I don’t know why, but I just wanted to put that out there.

26 is, like, so last year.

Which brings us to,

27. Years. Old.  And the sun isn’t really shining today.

That makes me happy.