As you all know, it's my 21st birthday at the end of the month. While I've spent the better part of this year so far fobbing off the notion of it being a 'milestone,' the people closest to me have succeeded in drilling in the fact that I've done a lot more than is required of your average 21 year old. So it's now a big deal outside the four walls (WTF?) of my mind, beyond the existential 'Why is red?' waffle that's been clouding my vision as of late, and I want to celebrate.

My superawesome ex-husband, Jerkface, has 'secretly' booked holidays for the weekend after my birthday, he says he has something huge planned for the Saturday night, but the Friday night is free, too. The mother-in-law has offered to take Charli for the Friday and Saturday night, so that's all clear. I'm apparently supposed to clean my house because people are rocking up here??

Anyway, I've been assured there are no clowns or cannibals or dolls or family members of mine involved, so I'm excited.

BUT.

With the exception of Misha, Nailpolishblues, and Adrian the Cabbie, I don't have any friends of my own down here. All the friends I've had in my 3-year agoraphobic maternal-domestic stint so far here in Sydneytown have been Jerkface's friends, but they suck at life and are about as interesting as a sack of shit. I think I have permission to say that, since Jerkface isn't really friends with them anymore anyway.

So what I was thinking was doing an open-invite to my regular Sydney bloggers to meet up for a couple birthday drinks with me on the Friday night after my birthday. You know where I drink. Bear in mind there aren't any plans set in stone just yet, but it would be a great opportunity to meet in the first place, since I rarely get a chance to get out there without worrying about work the next day or donning the mum-cape for Charli as soon as the arsecrack of dawn shows itself.

Anyone interested?