no flowers

So, everyone is asking me what I want for my birthday. Well, I want snow, not sure if you can bring it... still, ice for the caipirinhas is always welcome! But if you think that snow is too much to ask, you don't want to check the full wish list, since it has things like plenty of love, to a private island in Greece, or passing by for lots of good sex; it could be a never-ending list of gifts you are not able to give to me. So instead of letting you know what I want, I'll tell you what I don’t want: Flowers!

And no, it's not because I’m pro-Mother Nature and I don't want to be responsible for the massive killing of flowers every October. No.

The thing is, every birthday I drink huge amounts of alcohol. I also say goodbye to the previous year. I always feel fulfilled and happy to have my most beloved ones close to me. I always end up dancing in the creepiest club in town, and I never remember how I end up in bed.

So it can't be good, when you wake up next morning, you can barely move, you stink, you don't remember dressing in those clothes (actually you remember nothing) and all the information your senses get is a white ceiling and a lot of flowers around you.