30th birthday
Last year was a fantastically good year for me in a lot of respects, and my 30th birthday seemed like a good excuse for a party.

There's a bar I'm a regular at quite near Disneyland, and it's attached to a hotel so I hired their function room. I hired a DJ/Karaoke, caterers and got my singing teachers band to play. It was costing a lot of money, but I thought sod it, you're only 30 once, right?

The big day arrives, so my husband (boyfriend at the time) had arranged a trip to the spa for me and a couple of my girlfriends, we then had a very drunken girly lunch, and I went off to the hairdressers to have my hair and nails done.
As the hotel had given me a free room (as I was a bar regular), I got dolled up for my big night.

Everyone came, my singing teachers band started playing some lovely jazz and she then announced that if I sang, the band would waive their fee. I'd never sung in public before, but agreed to it. I was terrified, but went down an absolute storm - especially considering I'd never sung with a band, either!

Then everyone got drunk, and did lots of dancing and karaoke and ate lots of food and I got lots of lovely presents! Most of hubby's family didn't know I took singing lessons, and they were gobsmacked! I felt like a queen!

At about 9:30pm, Disneyland did it's nightly fireworks show, so we all went outside to watch the fireworks. It was ace.

At the end of the night, I go to pay the DJ and he gave me half off his regular price as he'd made about $150 in tips!
I went to pay the food and function room bill, and the manager told me that one of the other bar regulars had paid for it!

All in all, it was a great night :)

Then on my birthday this year I got the phone call that my grandad had died. Still partied hard though - it's what grandad would have wanted!
( Batshitmentalist is sane for once, Sat 10 Dec 2005, 18:43, Reply)