The birthday weekend is over, and like most things in life, it was filled with good and not-so-good moments. I went whale watching in a zodiac, though all we saw were birds (!) and a few harbour seals. I made constant references to Danger Bay (Joooonahhhh!), and wearing oversized orange jumpsuits also made the experience quite enjoyable. Oh, we also got to stay here, eat overpriced though delicious food, and generally made asses of ourselves in the pompous atmosphere. Nevertheless, definitely a great trip. Oh, and there was free porn in the room, that helped a lot.

Birthdays are about presents, and I got some great ones. Some highlights: an Ipod Shuffle, new luggage, a blow-up doll, the Scent Stories Machine and other great stuff.

Missing from the list?

Birthday sex.

Sigh.

So, obviously, Mr. Wonderful does not read this blog as much as I had thought, or else he has downright ignored it, in which case, MW would now stand for "Mostly Wonderful". Granted, there was little time for it. My weekend seemed extremely rushed, and there wasn't a whole lot of alone time, and when there was, I was falling asleep at the wheel. I think I've made my displeasure at this situation quite clear, so hopefully I'll be treated to a bit more fanfare at our next encounter. If not, I'd like you to meet my new girlfriend.