How on earth did I manage to get so lucky? How is it that no matter how far your feet wander away from what's familiar, it's always possible to find incredible people and have fantastic experiences with them? Pardon my sentiment, but I just had one of the happiest birthdays of my life. My roommate Annemieke, my friends Miriam and Forest, and dozens of other people helped to plan a party for me. The surprise theme was 1920s Speakeasy, and I never could have asked for a classier, jazzier, better night if you handed me a bouquet of a hundred question marks and told me to have at it. Two of the boys, Phil and Brian, played bartender, handing out glasses of gin and tropical juice. Jazz music echoed around the room, which had been emptied of furniture and lit up with candles. There were printed out prohibition-era posters on the wall. All of my favorite people came and everyone had a blast. I will never forget that night, and especially all the people who made it so incredibly awesome. I feel better than ever to be here and to be alive and to be legally allowed to order a glass of your second least expensive merlot with dinner, thank you much.
And now my dear tender papaya of a friend Nathalie is taking me out to lunch at a vegan restaurant in Osu. I am so incredibly happy.
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I know it's been said before, and by me, but you ain't lucky, you deserve what you get. And, also, again, happy birthday.
happy birthday liberty. god, knowing you, that party sounds soooo perfect. i wish people knew, or planned for me as well as they did you. love you. glad you had a good one.
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