DIVA :: This past weekend, I celebrated mine and my best friend Jason Yantha’s birthday at a place called Vogue Supperclub (of course). It was a huge celebration that we had been planning for weeks and, being the narcissistic asshole that I am, I wanted it to be perfect. I wanted balloons and a big cake with our faces on it, and a private venue, and circus acts, and nude male servers, and gold-leaf paper invitations. Yes, I seriously wanted all of those things, but I don’t know any circus people and my stripper friends were busy (this was a Saturday, afterall). My parents got the big cake that I wanted, but not the balloons.
Who has a party without balloons? So, of course, I took out my anger on my mother who, from experience, knew that helium balloons pop easily in the cold and didn’t want to risk all of them popping between Mississauga and Toronto.
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That excuse didn’t fly with me. It was my fucking birthday. So, right away, I was in a bad mood. Over balloons.
Cut to less than an hour later and my friends showing up with balloons. Elmo and Thomas the Tank Engine balloons, but balloons no less. I couldn’t have been more thrilled and more apologetic to my mother. Mind you, by that point, I was ten tequila shots in and don’t remember much else from the night.
It just goes to show that if you once you let go of a “problem,” it solves itself. Lesson learned. All else I can recall are visions dancing, taking shots, drinking, laughing, crying, eating cake, crying, drinking, and crying. It was one of the best nights of my life. The best gift that I got was the surprise return of my roommate and friend Chris who came from Montreal just for Jason and me. I was wondering why my friends (who were hiding him from us) were acting weird all day. It was all so worth it, and I couldn’t be happier.
Like Madonna says, birthdays are a time to reflect and be grateful for everything you have. She’s right. If only half of the good things that happened to me at 22 years happen while I’m 23, I could not be happier. But I know that I will only be blessed with having a million more reasons to be even more grateful and appreciative this year. I’m a lucky girl!
Anyone know where they sell gold-leaf paper invitations?
Philip Tetro is not only a GGT blogger, but our resident Madonnaologist. He’s created a religion-based lifestyle, worshipping everything she’s ever done. Read his countdown to the new Madonna album here. Read more Philip Tetro here. You can also catch him as a regular panelist on MTV Canada’s 1 girl 5 gays.
