The knack of having a good birthday is learning how to strech it out. It looks like I'm going to get three seperate events out of it, spanning two weeks, which isn't too shabby. Michael, my close, close friend from Bermuda is visiting with his boyfriend Oliver. We went for a stroll and a snack in Chelsea in the early evening, and as per usual with the two of them they could not resist going into this very trendy little clothing store, Bang Bang. Little did I know that I'd be the beneficiary of a lovely birthday gift. I got two great shirts, both perfect for going out. One is quite pervy, actually, so I'll have something to wear next time I go to Paddles. The other is just unusual, but very soft, snug material, and it goes great with my leather pants. And they were both quite reasonable too. I haven't aquired any new clothing in a long time, and it was nice to get some fun pieces.

The plan for that night was a dinner at Chez Josephine, with Alexis, Donna, Michael and Oliver. We all gathered at my apartment beforehand, had a bottle of wine, and chatted. Michael was even nice enough to let me practice a shibari harness on him. Even though I ran out rope before completing the way I wanted to, Oliver enjoyed leading him around by it. I still need more practice though, they just aren't coming out the way I want, though they are getting much better. At least this time it wasn't the fault of crappy rope. I released a patient Michael from his bonds, and we headed off in the freezing cold for dinner.

We we got the restuarant, we found out they had made a slight mistake with our reservations. After one drink at the bar and they managed to squeeze us in. It was a lively, festive place, with live music done well. The food was quite good too. Michael had just flown in from Bermuda, and the combination of the travel, the booze, and the long hours at work finally caught up with him though, and he was clearly fading. After parting from Donna and Alexis, the three of us returned home, where the two of them quickly called it a night. I, on the other hand, having had much too much to drink, followed my usual protocol of staying up even later and trying to drink as much water as I can.

Actually, it's just an excuse to stay up late, though I did drink some water. I drunkenly tried to woo Kim into straying into Clan Lord, but she opted for the off-line company of her undoubtedly more sober husband. You know you must be a drunken mess when Xantcha doesn't want to clan with you. I stumbled out of the library, did a pass through South Forest, and Thadius turned up. Luckily he did not yet know how incoherent I was, so he agreed to a hunt in the new north forest, or whatever the hell it's called. It had been quite some time since I had an opportunity to chat with him, and it was quite nice. It was just the two of us, and it was a nice chance to catch up and shoot the shit. I even wore him out, though, and finally I left Clan Lord for the utterly meaningless challenge of finishing single-player Alien Vs. Predator. I only have 3 more Alien levels left! It's good to have goals.

At least these efforts weren't for naught. My morning-after headache isn't too bad. Today will be a slightly more quiet day, though Michael and Oliver are taking me out to dinner again tonight. Michael's picked the place, which means trendy and expensive, but who I am to refuse their birthday treats?
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