turning 29, I think I'm turning 29, I really think so.

Saturday was my 29th birthday.



I spent the afternoon at the salon. Had my eyebrows waxed then a haircut, I had to wait for my haircut so I spent a while drinking Aveda tea and flicking through harper's bazaar in the relaxation room. (In this season: denim and underwear on top! and blue is this season's black) I also did a skin consultation and was reassured that chin spots are hormonal, not much I can do to prevent them but I got a free sample of a spot gel that she says will help fight them quickly.



Then Martin cut my hair AND said I didn't look anywhere near 30 - lovely Martin. I know that complimenting and buttering me up is part of their job but the two different hairdressers I've had there have both left me feeling so good about myself, it's well worth the money. James Dunn House, just off George square. http://www.jdhlifestyle.co.uk/


I had the quickest turn around, home, change clothes put on make-up before people started arriving for birthday celebrations. Zoomed out again with Lorna, Emma and Jamie to Metropolitan bar for pre-dinner cocktails with Jo and Melody who had arrived on an early train from Perth.


The dinner in Sapporo Teppanyaki restaurant. I was a bit worried that the novelty of food being thrown to catch in your mouth, setting fires in front of us and throwing and catching eggs, except the one that smashed - narrowly missing Jo, would have perhaps left the actual taste of the food as an afterthought but mine was delicious and everyone else said they thought theirs was too. Eating out will never be the same again. I expect an imminent invite for potato throwing at my friend's houses.

The boyo was the only person to catch his potato first time, I'm so proud, I never knew he had such talents.

That big mouth had to be good for something.

We then had a big fight with a bitch of a manager at the restaurant because apparently no-one in Glasgow ever pays individually, funny then, that I have definitely done it before; on numerous occasions.

It's not that difficult to add it on a calculator and score paid for items off the bill, but even then we had agreed to split the bill evenly and were all paying the same amount - simples- Bitch-cow claimed we were owe over £100 turns out the cash was in the till (I know! I too was astounded at that plot twist) Anyway another much nicer manager/supervisor actually made an effort to solve the problem and all was well and we went to the ferry where we heard a awful band who took themselves toooooooo seriously (8 o's more seriously than they deserved) but they were swiftly followed by good DJing which had a few of us boogieing though quite a few folks left. Evie was disappointed to discover that it was not a regular night, so if anyone from now now is reading we liked the boat- we loved the DJs can we have some more please sir?