(Un)happy birthday.

Yesterday was my 25th birthday... A birthday I had been looking forward to. But it was a dreadful day, to say the least.

As seems standard protocol for me, I came down with a cold/flu thing.
Some family haven't managed to acknowledge my birthday, even now, nearing the end of the day after.
One individual picked fights with me all day.
Despite the shitty day I still put on the girl face and girl clothes that hardly come out with me being a busy, tomboyish school mun, and went out to a gig where friends of mine were playing.
But there were a million detours.
And we saw a dead body - a man in his 20s had been hit by a bus in Bonbeach not long before we were passing through.
Because of the detours we missed all but the last two songs by the band we wanted to see.
I decided to stick around longer anyway, despite being unwell and being in a less than fantastic mood.
Hit the proverbial brick wall. 
Had to walk in the rain to the taxi rank - wearing a dress. (Thankfully one of my tall male BFFS was with me).
We witnessed an assault on a man by two others.
Was involved in a minor prang on the way home - taxi driver tried to turn on a red arrow. No major injuries. But I am anxious about being in cars at the best of times due to my serious accident three years ago.

But next weekend is my 1950s themed party... so I have that to look forward to, at least.