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Today is BossLady's birthday.
She has coffee, cake, and karoke.

As all this is due to cease at 10pm, I am anticipating be able to stagger to South London and throw raptures towards Mr barty.

For I will behave.

Rather than BeeHayve.

Rose (by any other name would still smell of Wild Musk)

I've found me a solicitor. A Comissioner of Oaths.
He's only a few doors down from where I work. He's only going to charge me £5.

*excited-glee*

[update - Context by request:
My name.
Almost legal
Dropped 'H'
Excuse for a p-a-r-t-y]

Gah! I'm having my name changed legally!

Beer

Foamy!