There are 364 days when you might get un-birthday presents… And only one for birthday presents, you know.

One of the things I love about living on the other side of the world is that I get to celebrate holidays for a full two days. Take my birthday for example; I can start celebrating it in LA at 6am on November 22nd and continue the festivities until midnight of the 23rd. Choice! This is wicked for me, as it goes with everything else I do in life, squeezing out every last available moment.

My 42 hours consisted of heaps of dancing. There was a good mix of class, private lesson and social dancing in Woop Woop. There is currently only a few things on earth that make me happier than cutting a rug (and learning how to do it better). It has become like an addictive drug that I simply can not get enough of… so you’re going to hear alot more about that later.

My parents are the bomb. No kidding. Doesn’t matter how many times I tell them I don’t need anything for my birthday, no presents, zip, nothing, nada. What do they do? Send me an incredible bunch of flowers! Its been way too long since I have received a bunch of flowers, and gosh do they make my apartment smell good!

Lunch with A4

Majority of my mates know about the 25 by 25 plans and have jumped on the band wagon with me already. In January I will be crossing off #12 and #22 thanks to a good mate who for my birthday, gave me tickets to a LA Kings game (which clearly validated my need to go to a sporting event in LA, as when he gave them to me I had a confused look on my face and he had to explain to me who the Kings were… they’re a hockey team incase you were wondering).

Until next time, don’t stay up too late dancing, because this is what happens at Denny’s in the wee hours of the morning – you go crazy!

N

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