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We went to a fancy restaurant yesterday to celebrate my birthday. It was a strictly family affair so of course Manny was invited. He and Spark got buffet (I didn't think fancy restaurants even had buffet) so of course we all ate off their plates. We figured it was probably alright since we all ordered main course meals as well.

Astra promised there wouldn't be cake or embarrassing happy birthday music. She is a lying fiend. At the end of the dinner someone brought down a piece of cake and they sang happy birthday loudly. Astra's boyfriend sang the loudest of course and at the end he did some Hip Hip Hooray business at the top of his lungs. By this time I was more amused than embarrassed, but now our waitress was cringing. Her face was all puckered up into a little arsehole.

Spurred on by a favourable fortune cookie Spark ended up giving his number to a fine looking womens that he had been observing (read: ogling) all evening. Turns out she doesn't even live in Sydney but she commended him (via text message) on his bravery. I got a good fortune too which prompted Manny to give me some “Divination Five”.