November 20th is my birthday. Two years ago, I threw myself a party, which I blogged about, and I invited about 12 ladies.
You see, I wanted to have a tea party, and in Singapore, you can't go out and do that without encountering seafood in some form or another. I'm not interested in seafood in any form, so I had the party at my condo. I made finger sandwiches and pastries and a good time was had by all.
Last year, my dahlink friend Janis couldn't let the event go by unnoticed, so she hosted a party at her house (also blogged about). We had chicken kebabs and hummus and salad nicoise (I avoided the tuna) and everything was delicious and wonderful. And I wondered, "How did I trick my friends into thinking they had to celebrate my birthday every year?"
Well, it happened again. Here I was going along, minding my own business, and a call came on Tuesday saying Thursday we were going to have lunch in honor of my birthday. "It's become a tradition, " I was told. How did this happen? What did I do to deserve these repeated kindnesses? I'm not sure, especially as I have been mostly absent from our gatherings this year. But sometimes one has to just accept the kindnesses done to them, and be grateful.

Here we are, from left to right:
Mavis McAllister, Janis Douglas (the instigator, I mean our host), me, Marianne Bos (a fellow quilter, a fellow fuser), and Amy Low.
I was treated to a Mexican feast the like of which will live in my memory for at least a month, maybe two. I had a virgin lime margarita, the best mole poblano I've had in years, and a decaf cappuccino. Everything was absolutely delicious and I felt so blessed and honored.

Everything was so delicious, I forgot to photograph it until I was almost done eating!
I have such wonderful friends.
Afterward, I scrambled to meet the DH and we went downtown so we could pick out a new camera for me, as my old one occasionally thinks it's on another planet.
Here's what we got:

The Canon Powershot A1000 IS, in a lovely shade of metallic lavender. I really thought I was going to buy an IXUS, but they cost so much more, and for mostly the same options. This one is much smaller than the old camera, and only uses 2 AA batteries, so it's much lighter.
Every year, I think I don't want to make a fuss about my birthday. Just let the day slide by with maybe a nice dinner or something. But secretly, I'm afraid that if that were to actually happen, I would be very sad. Luckily, no one seems interested in letting me go there. May I be worthy of their love and generosity.