Saturday, May 1, 10 a.m., the loft

Well. That’s it. I’m sixteen. At last. I can now legally have sex in most European countries, including Genovia, and just about every state in America. Except the one I actually live in.

Oh, yeah, and I can apply for a learner’s permit to drive. Which I guess would be a big deal, if I didn’t have to go everywhere in a limo, anyway.

Mr. G made real homemade waffles for breakfast, and then he and Mom and Rocky all sat around the table and watched me open my presents from them, which included, from Mom, a vintage Run Katie Run T-shirt; from Mr. G, an iTunes gift certificate for 50 song downloads (yes!); and from Rocky, a big pile of Mead wide-ruled composition notebooks with black marbled covers, for future journal entries and novel-writing attempts.

Even Fat Louie got me something—a Fiesta Giles action figure to replace the one I sold on eBay to get Michael an original 1977 Star Wars poster last Christmas.

Oh, well.

Mom apologized on Dad’s behalf for his not having called or gotten me anything, but said he hadn’t forgotten—he’s just been super busy with Parliament.

I said Dad already got me a present—he yelled at Grandmère and got me out of having to be on My Super Royal Sweet Sixteen.

That is a gift for the ages.

Then Michael called and asked if I wanted to have the romantic birthday dinner I’d suggested we have in the first place. I said yes, and went to begin beautifying myself. Because even though our dinner isn’t for eight hours, it never hurts to get a head start on the beautifying. Especially if you need a lot of beautifying, the way I do.

Saturday, May 1, 5 p.m.

I’ve received birthday e-mails from around the world! Not just from my friends (although I’ve heard from all of them, too—well, all except for Lilly, but that’s no surprise: She’s probably still sulking over her big chance at appearing on MTV being blown), but from other royals such as Prince William and some of my Grimaldi cousins, including the one no one even knew I had, another illegitimate royal just like me, only this one courtesy of Prince Albert of Monaco.

But best of all was the CUTEST e-card from Princess Aiko of Japan, my favorite royal of all time (besides my dad, of course), of a chihuahua wearing a tiara.

Just had a lovely afternoon of made-for-TV-movie viewing…which is the best way to spend any birthday, if you ask me. Saw a Kellie Martin double feature, Her Last Chance, in which Kellie plays a teen drug addict falsely accused of her boyfriend’s murder, and Her Hidden Truth, in which Kellie plays a teen delinquent falsely accused of her family’s murder.

Good stuff.

Now I seriously have to get ready. Michael will be here to pick me up in one hour. I wonder where we’re going to dinner????