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Birthday thoughts

My birthday is on the 26th of August, just over three months away.

Usually for my birthday I have a party, but they're usually low key affairs with not many people. I don't know that many people here in Brisbane.

I've started planning for this years, and have had a thought. This year I'm going to have two birthday parties. I will have my usual one for all my Brisbane friends, plus I'm going to have another one in Melbourne. Cost to fly to Melbourne and back for that weekend is $190.

So, the question is, who wants to volunteer to hold my party in Melbourne?

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paradigmshifty
May. 25th, 2006 04:01 am (UTC)
I shall have to check with the other member of the household, but we have space.
halloranelder
May. 25th, 2006 05:00 am (UTC)
That you do!
kunoichi_chan
May. 25th, 2006 05:11 am (UTC)
And it's near my house, too, so I can even drink! Woohoo!!

(Hmm... should I drive to Hil's party this Saturday, get a lift or get a taxi?)
halloranelder
May. 25th, 2006 06:01 am (UTC)
That is a lovely corset!
kunoichi_chan
May. 26th, 2006 02:29 am (UTC)
Why thank you! ^_^

You missed it on the last day of the con, I think...
eclipse77x
May. 25th, 2006 02:15 pm (UTC)
Oh! I have a brother AND a sister with that birthday...
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