16 going on 17

She turned 17 today. And its freaky to think of it. Scares the bejeebus out of me. We're all set for a birthday bash tonight. Heading for a meal with the close friends and clan. She rang me earlier squealing down the phone. The boyf J bought her some Jimi Hendrix stuff which she's very excited about. They're going to the cinema today as well. Things have improved from last night. He was supposed to get the last bus up after work. I arrived out to the living room to her talking on the phone, crying and uttering the words Fine over and over again when it quite clearly wasn't fine.
She hung up the phone and ranted. He was supposed to travel up that night and he missed his bus. She was gutted. I offered to make tea. Mammy2 was dragged from her sick bed to provide hugs.

I ended up staying up with her until 1 when she had calmed down enough. Either that or she was really sick of the true life movie I had forced her to endure for my sake. A woman undone. It was tragic, the worst one I've had to sit through in a while and that's saying something.

She came bounding into us at 2 to give us bday hugs, she was born at 2 in the morning. Then at 7 she came in looking for her pressie and card. We were still out for the count although technically I was supposed to be getting up for work. It was a long a weekend ;) She loved the nano although its tiny. I fear it will get lost. The boyf rang this morning and played happy birthday down the phone to her. How cute/schmaltzy is that.

I was off on Friday, final preparations for Pride. The weekend went really well, but it was exhausting. I headed home to my bed for 9.30 on Saturday evening when the parties were only warming up. The excitement and adrenelin had worn off and all that was left was exhuastion. It was such fun though. The kid loved it, herself and her 'bride' got loads of attention from photographers. Our drummers were a huge hit and really got the crowd going. I took so many pics though. It will be interesting to see what they are like, this sans digital camera isn't all the fun it cracked up to be. The sister from Holland had a ball as well, she was marching with crew from my website and loved it.

So its all over for another year. What's next on the stress list.

Last night I met up with R's sister, her family were over for the weekend. She dragged them along to Pride. I think her sister thinks I'm nuts. She kept giving me this look that implied I was slightly off the wall. That and I talked way to fast. I'm not nuts really. Just quirky ;) Her evidence involved tractors, westlife and not swearing.

We're expecting a good crowd for the dinner tonight. For her sake I hope they all show. The mate C rang to say he couldn't make it. Not that I'm surprised. I didn't even rant about it, there's no point. Some people won't change. I'm sure the kid will have an earful for him the next time she sees him. He could have dropped in for desert if he wasn't able for the whole meal. Anyways, enough of that. I have printed out the lyrics for 16 going on 17 and hopefully we can get some sort of tune going tonight to humilate , I mean celebrate her birthday. Mammy2 is picking up the cake at some stage today. I hope to get outta here for 5, get home, change and get back to the restaurent for 7. Its doable and perhaps without the stress. Here's to a quiet week.