July 17. Happy birthday to me!

My birthday was on July 17. I had my first birthday party. I had always celebrated with family and then with a few friends (literally 2 or 3). However, I'd been feeling super social lately so I created a Facebook invitation one month before my birthday and sent it out to all kinds of my friends. The dress code was pink and black. (I used to hate pink, but I got this great pink dress and a second hand and I really wanted to use it. And... tastes change through the life, so...) I think it was a success. 19 people attended, plus me and a baby (not mine).

First we met at a pizzeria. It's our favorite pizzeria, which is really close to our flat. I came 10 minutes later and 8 people were already there. I felt kind of bad, but not too much because I'm always late, so it's kind of my style. I have it from my father. I got so many presents, I couldn't believe it. Ha, that's why people make birthday parties! (My boyfriend gave me a new phone: LG 3GS, the one with a big screen. I love it, especially because I had never got such an expensive gift. The thing I love the most is that it has a great camera and a great quality screen. I haven't even had much time to play with it.)

In the late evening, the rest of us (9) went to a disco. The music was terrible, but I wanted to dance. It was so frustrating, I had this urge to dance but I hated the music. Luckily, my cool friend who I hadn't seen in a while wanted to dance as well. I went to bed after 5:30 am.

I'm quarter of a century old and I feel better than ever before!

Cheers!