Thursday 26 May 2011

Steak Night

$10 Steak at Botanica with my best friend Tash! How could I pass that up?

We arrived nice and early and found that everyone else had the same idea. My friend found us a table to share with a few individuals out of the throes of men in that place. Meat? Yes please! No wonder Tash loves steak night! After about ten minutes our beautiful steaks came, mine with a comment, 'Who's the vampire?' Rare. I have to have mine rare. mmm...

I felt one of the boys sit next to me and saw my friend's face change from one of delight to one of displeasure. Not good. I turned to my right to see a friend of the boy she had been seeing. Displeasure? I must be missing something. So we continued to chat about important issues pertaining to the survival of the world, us, while devouring our big juicy steaks and sipping glasses of expensive red wine that my friend snuck in. Her excuse being, 'This is an expensive bottle of wine that we can't let go to waste.'  Seems a good enough reason as any.

This change in my friend's mood encouraged me to scope out alternate seating arrangements, and in seeing an empty, oversized couch, we quickly grabbed our things and plonked ourselves into the soft, leathery cosiness. She explained that the boy who was next to me had messaged her the previous night wanting to 'catch up', obviously indicating something of sexual nature. This raises the question: What would possess a man to want someone his friend had already been with? Is it male competitiveness, an animal instinct? Or is it a character flaw, one that signifies dim-wittedness?  Or, as a male counterpart has suggested with a similar thought from my friend, perhaps they are the sharing and caring type of boys who see her as an object of sexual gratification? Needless to say, she wasn't interested.  

  

Still 29

And so it begins...

25 days until my 30th birthday.
23 days until my huge 7 week European adventure.
16 days until my birthday celebration of which I am going crazy with indecision.

What to do? Where to have it? Who to invite? Ugh. Enough to make me want to just forget about it. And why don't I forget about it? Well, no one will let me. 'You only turn 30 once!'
I thought I could escape it by conveniently having my European adventure, and yes I will continue to refer to it as 'my European adventure', coincidentally depositing me in Paris the day before my big birthday therefore rendering it impossible for me to celebrate this grand occasion in person and saving me the trouble of trying to organise the damn thing!

My past birthday celebrations have mainly been big group dinners in inexpensive places due to myself, and my friends, being short on funds. And this year poses the same dilemma. My friends have either bought houses, gotten married, had babies, quit their jobs or, as most 30 year old do, have more pressing things to spend their money on.

My groans of anguish have reach the ears of my wonderful boyfriend who has taken it upon himself to come up with a plethora of ideas to make this birthday a memorable affair, the gorgeous man he is!
So it has now been narrowed down to two places, XO Lounge or The Boulevard.
Decisions, decisions!