N's boyfriend turned 25 yesterday, an age he seems to believe is truly prodigious. He had forbade any extensive celebratory measure, but N is not one to do as told, especially regarding spoiling those she loves. Unfortunately, speaking of spoilt, so were the oysters, which meant the party ended in a less than satisfactory manner for the celebrant.

J² performed a similar stunt at his birthday feast last year. We had successfully staged a huge surprise party, no easy feat when you live in college, at his favourite restaurant, the Australian Pizza Kitchen. Someone should have told him that salmon on a pizza is just a bad idea. We went out gothing afterwards and he was requisitely pale.

Poor birthday boys.