Happy Birthday to Kat with a K on Monday, her real 24th birthday.

The Saturday celebration at her house was big fun.

Lots of pirates, lots of ninjas and a helluva lot of good food and companionship.

The omlette party must also have been fun, considering the confetti egg breaking, sequin skirt flaunting and boob showing display of its only attendees that I saw that night.

And a shout out to the Stringents and Lisa Curl, whose last set I caught at Paseo Saturday night doing Lisa’s “I wish I was Japanese” cut off her new CD. Good stuff.

I suppose I should also mention the three girls in Isis who needed to know what was in a “John Long” and who insisted while smoking some apple tobacco in a hooka that they were “giving the energy” to the room.

But, my mind and heart were still at Kat’s at the time.

First to show up in a really good costume was Sonic’s Sharon (as opposed to privacy shattered Sharon), who appeared at the party as a short skirted pirate. Va Va and Voom.

Later, there would be ninjas galore — a red headed and armed tiny ninja, a silk and lace geisha ninja and The Evil One as a nasty ninja. Ladies, my hat’s off to you. You were charming and beautiful.

I couldn’t believe the food and Kat’s mom bustled around adjusting the groaning board as if it were her own party. In fact, Kat complained about the 58th picture she took of her mom and some chum, but not until then.

It’s not unusual for me to see The Gary and SuzArt, not even together, but there must have been something about the Tom Jones cover played at FiEGGsta that put SuzArt in another gear altogether because she was having big fun.

AWOL showed up drunk and was soon joined by a whole crew on the porch.

Holly and T combined for a keyboards and bass version of Happy Birthday.

It had to be a good party. The police showed up (after I left).

I stalked a Catholic schoolgirl until she caught me at it. Then, like a dog chasing a bus, I didn’t know what to do next.

Brian the chef shared a new concoction, but he was wound too tight for us to enjoy it.

It took me all day Sunday to calm down after my parting hug with the silk and lace ninja. She had flirty eyes the whole night and they haunted me the next day. I thought I’d tossed away my chance with her when she told me I was “on her shit list” and I asked her what I needed to do to get off. Guess she forgave me that one. Maybe it was my obsession.

‘Round Midnight, us grey hairs — Ned, Ed, Dave, Tony, e.g. — left for the comforts of our beds, but there was still a good bit of livliness in the crowd that went on in our absence.

So, happy 24th, Kat with a K. We love you. Even if you are keeping my pussy to yourself.