Dear Kay,
There is something truly terrifying going on on my tv. It seems to involve Anthony Callea and a lot of shiny but unflattering dresses. I may be distracted.
So. Yesterday was Squidge's birthday. It was...amazing. Best Birthday I've ever had and it wasn't even mine.
It started at about 12:30 Sunday night, about half hour into the 11th. He came over and I lit up the room with tea light candles and had the new Goldfrapp playing on the stereo, and he came in and the first thing he said was, 'Oh, this is gorgeous..!' And I felt gorgeous, too.
Anyway. I made him lie down on the bed and close his eyes and I ran and got his present. He took a million years to open it, seriously. A MILLION YEARS. But he eventually got it open and was so surprised and happy. A new spanky iPod. I wish I was my girlfriend.
Monday morning we drove for about two hours to the coast and mucked around in the surf. I took him to a secluded beach that I basically grew up on, and we had it completely to ourselves. There was skinny dipping, but only on Squidge's behalf. Was hilarious, actually, seeing his little white bum skipping over the waves.
We went for lunch, scoffed about three kilos of hot chips and got back into the city in time for a birthday dinner with the siblings and his mum. She called me Jane within two minutes, but only did it once. Everyone rushed to correct her, while I cracked an awkward joke or two. What the freaking hell?? It's not like we've been going out for two weeks. Anyway.
Other than that, it was awesome. Lots of giggles and chocolate mousse and paella. I stayed the night at his and asked him how he thought it went. He said I was awesome, defusing all the tension but being funny and cool at the same time, like he knew I would be. Lovely. Gave him a hug for that one.
He said it was a perfect day, and I totally agreed. It was really lovely. Really chilled, really casual, and just the two of us enjoying being with each other. He makes me laugh, and it's great, and I make him laugh, and that's better.
Work sucked today, though. After such an awesome day, leaving him this morning was absolute torture.
Freakin tired, too.
And I miss you.
--K.
