I had a really wonderful birthday. So far—and I say so far—I've blown out candles six times, though I could throw even more parties. Because I love to celebrate. Celebrating is beautiful and fun. I want everyone to sing "Happy Birthday" to me. Especially since I'm always singing it to other people, even sending voice messages. I love celebrating without mixing things up, like I always say. I throw one party with my grandmother, aunts, uncles, cousins. Then another party with friends who come from Tuscany. That way it's so much nicer. Everyone asks what I want as a gift. I don't want gifts. I have everything already. I want people to love me and to care about me. I want as a gift for people to come to my party when I invite them and to give me hugs.
My favorite party—besides the dinner I always organize at Meo Patacca in Trastevere—was the one I threw at Merè, the place where I work. I really wanted it there. I thought of it myself. In the evening. And Carla opened the place in the evening just for me. I asked a really talented band to play because I'd heard them when they sang and played during parties at Merè when I was working as a waitress. So I organized everything myself and told them to come play at my party. And they did. They said it was a gift and wouldn't take any money.
I had so much fun because I organized everything, I sent out all the invitations myself, and I decided what we'd eat. Especially the pizza rossa, good sandwiches, and the Nutella cake with cream and whipped cream that I chose. I blew out the candles and I wanted everyone to sing "Happy Birthday."
But there's a "but" and there's a "however." I found out that my friend Giacomo, who lives in Montevarchi, is getting married. This news is really terrible and I just can't accept it. He invited me to the wedding on April 26, but I haven't decided if I'm going. And if I do go, I might get really angry. I don't want him to get married. I tell everyone I don't want it to happen, but nobody helps me cancel the wedding. OL