That’s Stella

I had a three point criteria on how I wanted to celebrate my birthday this year. That is,
1. No fuss…
2. No expensive blow outs…
3. No embarrassing stories to tell the morning after
(Unlike my last very drunken New York party at Luxe Bar last year).

Holy cow… when I think about all the money that was spent last year on the big 2-1 and how I barely remember the night, I wish I had taken a trip back to NY instead of trying to recreate NY in the red room at Luxe. If all my friends have a damaged liver, it’s safe to say that my party last year was the culprit considering the copious amounts of free cocktails that were pouring out of the bar that night…

This year was a different story. Low key. Sweet gestures. And time spent with my loved ones.

I had to work all day at the agency - but it was so rewarding. A location I found and have been researching is going to be used in this huge big budget shoot. Plus I went to a meeting that day and tried to pitch to them my friend or this fella for a bit of work, but they didn’t fit the measurements we needed. It was satisfying enough to just have a say in the campaign. After I walked out of the 3 hour meeting, one of the creatives I’ve been getting to know fairly well says to me “Bet you wish you didn’t go to that meeting huh?” and he couldn’t have been further from the truth. I felt rejuvenated and happy and I knew I picked the right career path.

This creative I’ve been getting to know is really something! I don’t know what it is about him… I am slightly attracted to him, but have no interest in pursuing anything. My desk is behind his so we will chatter away when the office is quiet and I always feel bad because London sits next to him and he’s never included in the conversation. I don’t want London to think I’m disowning him and have a new creative man in my life.

London took me out to Wagamama’s for my birthday. It was great to get away from the office and finally give him the low-down of the agency, and get some goss from him. I had been biting my tongue all week, but I had to spill the beans to London and said to him,
“Listen, I hope this doesn’t affect our new found friendship, but I have to say… watching you work and create pieces of art REALLY turns me on!!! You sit right in front of me and every single fucking day, it does my head in!!!”
I could’ve said a lot more like how every time I watched him work, all I could think about was how I could get him alone for 5 minutes, but thought I had said enough. London nearly choked on his soup and found it highly amusing. He said it was the first time he’s heard that before!

After work I hung out with my new creative friend, and then went to Adam’s. When I walked into his house he was busy burning chocolate fudge chip cookies. He cooked me dinner and after dinner wrapped up the cookies and said it was my birthday present. Hahaha! It was awful sweet of him! They were rock hard, but I am definitely a believer of the saying “It’s the thought that counts!” To be honest, I was wondering how he was going to get around my birthday present this year. I know a few weeks ago he started having anxiety attacks about what he was going to get me.

There are a few things that always seem to throw people off about me. I wear a Dolce & Gabbana watch and have expensive taste in clothing. I don’t mean to. I like my D&G watch because I like squares, and with clothes, I love unique clothes and I find it hard to find clothes that fit really well. When I find clothes under $50 I think it’s my lucky day, otherwise it usually exceeds this.

So I know Adam and the rest of my boy friends usually get a little uptight about purchasing gifts and think I expect something expensive, but DAMN IT! Simply not true! I try and drop hints through out the year that all I really want for my birthday each year are flowers or a home made card. Could I make it any easier!?

On Friday night I had a small dinner with ten of my closest friends at Queens. I wanted heaps more people to come, but my closest friends are from such diverse groups (uni, school, jobs, random run-ins) that I’m always paranoid people won’t get along and I’ll have to baby sit. But it turned out well and there were love crushes (that weren’t mutual) and lots of banter and laughter. After Queens, we ended up at Moon till 3am (how typical!!!) playing Scrabble and eating chocolate pizza…. When we started falling asleep, we decided to make up words and I won on 222 points with my little beauty “QVD”.

“Quit Volvo Driving”

Fine… it’s an abbreviation, but I was bound to win anyway.
I was the Birthday girl after all!