It's my party and I'll cry if I want to!

For the record, I did not cry on my birthday. At all. I was much too busy drinking, dancing, and having a general good time (salute general good time)(for those of you who do not get that reference watch "how I met your mother" for the love of Jisu).

This past week I attended a financial literacy workshop hosted by PC and learned that budgeting doesn't mean I have to give up my "it's shiny, I like it, I bought it" shopping. It just means I need to have a section for it in my budget and maybe limit it to $5 a week or so. Budgetting can be fun!

Each night, I hung out with other PCVs in Suva. Some people that I don't get to hang out with very often. Let's just say I laughed so much that my 6-pack is cut and I'm ready for a Sports Illustrated swimsuit cover.

On my Fijian birthday (I had the longest birthday ever this year, about 40 hours or so), I went to Natadola beach and played in the waves and even skinny-dipped a bit with some other volunteers! It's not a nude beach but we made it into one. Scandalous. Then we went out to a club in Lautoka. Cozz brought princess crowns for me and Swaz (her birthday was the 24th) and birthday hats for everyone else. We decorated our table with balloons and streamers and even had a blueberry cake for dessert. Cozz planned the whole thing and it went off without a hitch. Great party, good food, fun friends. That's what birthdays are all about.

Thank you to everyone who sent cards, facebook messages, made phone calls or just plain thought of me on my birthday. I was having a great time. Don't you worry. A major good time (salute major good time).


P.S. This is what 24 looks like.