where did you go all those years?

I had a dream that was painfully real, right down to the warmth of an ambrace and the soft fibers of a knitted scarf. One of those dreams I could believe was real, until something jarred my memory and brought me back to life. Funny how those dreams always seem to be about John.

I dreamed we ran into each other by accident, at my office. Luke was there, and so were Derek and Kevin. It was a strange high school reunion of sorts. John walked out of the bathroom and we stared at each other in shock for a moment. He was so much the same, the lines of his face a little older, the hair a little shorter and pulled back from his face. We had the same wedding rings, and the same Harry Potter scarf in Slytherin colors, and we talked about Bosnia in the same tones we did back then. He introduced me to his wife, a tiny and beautiful woman with red hair.

Somewhere out there, John is living. I hope he is as happy as he seemed in the dream.

Today I am now twenty four years old.

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It's a cruel thing to work on your birthday. I've decided I will no longer sign these cards that circulate for birthdays and things, because I'm a petty and awful person and would it have fucking killed someone to acknowledge my birthday?!? At least the receptionist who secretly runs the company called out a happy birthday to me.

To salvage the day, I'm going to clean up and go out to dinner with Alan. Oddly enough, my sister called to say hi. Her car was broken into last night and all her cds stolen. I think she's going to go buy a new car this weekend.

Many thanks for all the birthday wishes from LJ land, they made the long day at work better.

birthday meal

For dinner: vegetable samosas and corriander calimari, onion cilantro naan bread, a mixed grill of many meats for Alan and lamb korma for me. It was all so superbly delicious and we are absolutely stuffed with food. I had a sparkling and delicious gin and tonic with Bombay Sapphire to celebrate. Once home we had a couple of raspberry cordials, which qualify as the sweetest shots I've ever done in my life. They were like candies.

Edward and Joan sent me a gift card to buy books, and Rach sent a big box full of candies and soaps and a beautiful red clutch purse thing that is super cool.I missed all the phone calls, as we left early for the restaraunt. But everyone left fabulous nice messages, and the evening has been grand.

Off to drink port now and be lazy. If I had any balls and cared about missing a day's pay I would call in tomorrow. But there is a three day weekend ahead, and I will be incredibly lazy about it.