Wednesday, September 13, 2006

nerves

OK, I'm going to admit it. It's 10:20am, and I am a bundle of cotton-picking nerves right now.

Excited nerves, not Oh My God I'm Going To Die nerves. Just nerves of going to a place unfamiliar, by myself, and where people read about my not-so clandestine little life.

Still, very excited. Am tying up a few loose ends at the office, before I go home and throw things with manically uncoordinated poise into a suitcase, charge the iPod and hope Third Roommate remembers to take me to the airport.

But in the interim, last night The Ant organised, with my dearest mates, to take me out for dinner for my birthday. Everyone arrived at my house and hurried me out to Cornuti's, where we drank wine and ate gorgeous Italian food with my favourite girls in the whole whole world: E, E2, N, C, L2, Klo, J2. And they all bought me dinner. The Ant, being her wonderful generous self, couldn't even make it after organising it, as she had to be in Cape Town the whole day. We toasted to her too, and she was sorely missed. Thanks my lovely for organising that and making me feel special.

Good God, tomorrow night at 11:30pm, I turn 26.

Apoplexy.

Mid-twenties, goodbye. Late-twenties, slower metabolism and wrinkles, hi.
Unless of course, if the rumours are true, I'm entering a very sexual phase of my life.
Bring. It. On.

16 comments:

Anonymous said...

Hey queen pea

Just wanted to say I wish you a very happy birthday and really hope that you get what you need and not what you want:)

Billy said...

You get a more sexual phase than what you are in?

oh to be single again!

Peas on Toast said...

Anon - can't I get both? ;) Thanks dear.

Billy - Oh to be single forever! ;)

Anonymous said...

Happy Birthday my dear. And may Grahamstown treat your sexy butt very nicely.
Phil

Peas on Toast said...

Thanks Phil! ;)

Anonymous said...

You cannot resist the Dark Side, young Manystalkers. Soon, you will be one of us.

Daedalus said...

Yeah ... you ppl just keep on talking sex without me... 's fine, I'll go play outside now. :P

Anonymous said...

Dinna fash!

Life starts at 50!

Actually that's bullshit, but if I could choose any age to be 'permalocked' into (like Connor McLeod), it would be between 30-37.

Have a great birthday and enjoy Grahamstown.

Anonymous said...

I'm not sure if you'll be online tomorrow, so i'll wish you now:

HAPPY BIRTHDAY !!!

enjoy the indaba. fly the flag. good luck for the late-twenties :)

Anonymous said...

Read Vladislavic's Portait With Keys, all of Gordimer, Bosman, Abrhams, Serote. These are people who read on slag heaps and wander amongst shipping containers. Find out about the Drum generation, that inernational homeland Jazz, the royal balcony... Wander through Goldblatt's books in the Afrikaner photograph library, find out who Lutyens is, Baker, Fox. You can, you can...you should, because you're 26.

Champagne Heathen said...

Yes, from me too, HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!

May you lead the way into an excellent late-20s era!!

And a birthday tequila for you.

Suavé said...

Yeah fromme too.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY for 2moro!!!! Get twisted well and proper my dear.

Revolving Credit said...

'entering a very sexual phase of my life'

Well then, watchout Grahamstown.
May you celebrate your birthday with a ..um..bang.

LOL and barfday wishes.

Anonymous said...

HAPPY BIRFFFFDAY!!!!!!!!!!

MWUAH****

ps: alcohol causes wrinkles!! tsk* tsk*

FIDA

Paul Thornton Page said...

hey peas, Happy happy. have a great day and see you at the conference.

Peas on Toast said...

Thanks guys - freaking out!
26 eeek!