Last night at Taj Mahal, the man gave me free champagne when he overheard me refer to myself as the birthday girl. I felt like a liar all night.
Today the adventure begins. I'm driving to Katoomba for the winter solstice festival (druids and shit) I'll catch the train to Sydney tomorrow to see Deerhunter, then Monday I fly away. First problem: there is no accomodation left in Paris for when I get there. I'm sure there is if I search, but I can't be bothered.