My Birthday

Febuary 20th ish

My birthday has now come and gone and the only thing that remains are electrical impulses firing in my brain cells, which is why I am transfering these impulses onto the web in case my wiring becomes corroded. So my birthday was actually a really quiet event, which was fine as I was really bussy anyway. The day was spent doing my first day of grape prunning, and on that evening we had Cake, beer, and ice cream as a special treat. As I was cleaning up around our campsite Natelie and Cecile pulled in and shouted out a happy birthday to me as they drove by in a French convey heading towards the French District . Chris went to bed early as usual and I wandered accross the road towards the French district to have a conversation with Peirre, Peirre, Cecile, Natelie, Julian, Thomas and Mark. As I came closser Julian holding the guitar struck the first 3 notes of "Happy Birthday". We chatted for a while and Nattelie promissed me tha she would have a surprise for me in a couple of hours and that Peirre would sing me a song. I was sitting having a beer with Julian later that evening looking at the stars (Julian had just spotted his first ever shooting star) when Natelie, Cecile and Peire showed up singing happy birthday and gave me 3 balloons. I had a nice time drinking and chatting with them expanding their English vocabulary by telling bad jokes. The next morning I picked up Ella, Lena and Kia and Lena asked me why there were balloons floating around the car. I told them it was my birthday yesterday and she responded with "Why didnt you say anything, we would have gone out for drinks" and that is how we ended up drinking friday night. Friday evening Chris and I headed into Margret River and hit the hostel where we sat down and had a couple of drinks with a whole bunch of people from the hostel including Ella, Lena, Kia, as well as Pete and Chris (The guys we worked with in the Vineyard at the Prongrup). It was nice to see so many people you know. We drank there for a while before heading out to the Settlers bar. The bar was great, live music and lots of people. Anyway we all chatted some more, Christian didn't drink as he was DD, but I did, and I am glad I did as a guy I know from the caravan park showed up and slipped in with several fine beer that needed emptying. When the bar closed we wandered to the car, and then 6 of us piled into the 5 empty seats for the short drive to the hostel where we said good night to Ella, Kia, Lena, and English Chris (who we worked with in the Prongrup). Ella got a call while in the car and she said "She was in a taxi heading back to the hostel" which got resounding laughter from everyone in the the car, as we are now called the team Canada taxi service.