little bitty girl

I turned 29 this Sunday. This is the last year of my twenties, (woo hoo!) and then I have my thirties to look forward to. The funny thing is, I've been telling people I was 30 since I was 25, not for any reason other than the fact that I lost track after the quarter milestone age. Stefan would often say, "Sweetie. People usually lie down about their age, not up."

Anyway, celebrations started early with the footy team making it to the finals next week. You can imagine what the mood was like at our party later on that night. At some point, the team started singing their team song and the other non-footy guests were left surprised and stunned. "Are we supposed to know the words?" many of them asked later. Around midnight, the boys led a rousing, slightly out of tune "Happy Birthday" and it was all very, very sweet.

I managed to also catch up with a lot of other friends that I haven't seen in awhile. I was utterly spoiled with great food provided by our friend Richie and had lots of lovely little presents. My favourite by far was when individual footy boys pulled me aside and told me how much they appreciate me and that I was such an integral part of the team. It's nice to know that they appreciate the fact that I support them. Also, boys usually don't talk about "feelings" so that made it extra sweet.

The party ended around 5 a.m and we went to bed around 6 or so. That's because I had decided to clean up after the party. It was the BEST decision because there is nothing worse than waking up to an alcohol tinged mess. I think that's going to be my new policy whenever I have a party again. I wish I took more photos of the night...