I woke up early this morning. Thought I’d get some finishing in.
The house has gotten so full recently, Harley just had her the third child. Even after Deshawn died, seven is a lot of sims. So it’s nice to get out and relax. I don’t really need the fish. I’ve already finished my collector aspiration.
Nothing was biting though. I guess I don’t have the patience for a fisher. Over breakfast, Michel asked me who I wanted to invite for my birthday party tonight.
Yeah – tonight, I leave childhood behind for good. It’ll be a small party – I don’t have a lot of friends. Unlike Harley, I don’t have a lot of enemies either. But I gave him my guest list and headed upstairs.
All too soon, it was time for the party. I invited my childhood friends. We’re all just friends, none of them excite me, but they’re my only friends.
Greetings over, I quickly went inside to change and give myself a little pep talk. No need to be nervous, I would just be a fully fledged adult in less than an hour.
I joined the party, which was in full swing then. Michel made me a delicious gourmet cake, but I had no idea what to wish for.
But I did know what I wanted to do. Surprised? Thought I’d pick something creative or perhaps evil?
Well, mixology is both. You get to create stunning drinks and strange concoctions and it’s a great way to get the dirt on people. After a couple salty llamas, a sim’ll tell you almost anything. I’ll make sure I write everything down. Who knows when it’ll come in handy.
He said he got his best material in the bars.
I think I’ll try writing a book when I get a bit older. Kind of a Pigglewiggle tell all. That would make Father proud.