On my last birthday, I got stupidly drunk for the first and last time in my life. The night ended up with me bent over Jo's lap outside a crowded bar in Roppongi, in freezing weather, weeping incoherently about how much I had loved P and "Why couldn't he love me back?".
Around us people were ushering in the new year, cheering, laughing and making merry, and a few of them would stop in their tracks to look at the girl who couldn't keep her act together after a few drinks, who was obviously broken-hearted on her Unhappy New Year.
In retrospect, I now see that I didn't love P- like Mel said, I was in love with the idea of being in love. We were a wrong fit right from the start, and I am thankful things ended the way they did.
This year, Joe and Jeff are flying in from Hong Kong in time for my birthday (whoo!) and I am so excited to see them both and take them around Tokyo. My birthday dinner will be with a group of friends in Gonpachi at Nishi-Azabu, of Kill-Bill fame.
I had wanted to catch Fukuyama Masaharu's concert on New Year's Eve, but after the hundreds of calls E made were in vain (the first time E has sorely disappointed me in our relationship); the tickets were sold out within 20 minutes and mostly on a pre-sold basis. Instead, E has made reservations for the two of us at a mystery venue. I will attempt to forgive him later, hehe.
I got so excited I bought a new dress from Zara-
Okay, so I just needed an excuse to buy a new dress. Next, for a bag to match my outfit...
P/S: My dad has just arrived in Tokyo and E and I will be spending the weekend with him at the Atami Seaside Spa & Resort in Shizuoka Prefecture. Looking forward to the beach view and hot spring baths!