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I have to say I looked pretty cute at my birthday party. I had my hair in a tight French twist with a single spiral curl off my forehead, held in place by a tiara. I had sewn a bunch of fake silver flowers around the neck, back, and straps of a silvery-black tank top, which I wore with my silvery-grey fancy pants and black heels. I was a prettypretty birthday princess! Ill have pictures up as soon as I get them.

I was also a busybusy birthday princess, as my kitchen help failed to perform their duties.
I managed to get the hot hors doeuvres in and out of the oven, the five pounds of shrimp cocktail arranged attractively in iced bowls, the fruit and cheese and smoked salmon and cookie platters set up and replenished periodically through the night. I dissected and distributed birthday cake as well. Good eats, if I do say so myself, but the time spent with the food was time taken away from the guests.

As always, a bunch of people who said they were coming failed to show, and even more people who didnt say they were coming showed up. That would have been perfectly fine, but some of the no-shows were people who were supposed to perform at the cabaret!
I had to fill in the spaces in the performance schedule myself. I sang a duet with my husband on guitar, a song he wrote called The Case for Mortality, which is one of our standard crowd-pleasers. I also performed a belly dance, which I hope people were too drunk to remember, as I was too drunk to remember it myself.

By far, the highlight of the night was the performance by the members of the Baltimore Calefaction Society. There were three poi swingers, a fire baton, and fire fans, each person performing for 6-8 minutes. It was absolutely magical. Mesmerizing. Marvelous!