Birthdays
My best birthday so far was my 30th, when I held a Polish Bear Hunting evening in some woods - everyone dressed up in hunting gear, ate a Polish hunting stew round a big fire and then, armed with torches, ran out to find the foil-wrapped chocolate bears I'd hidden in the trees.
My worst so far was my first at university - my birthday was the first official day of term, so I thought there'd be loads of people there to have fun with. No, Cambridge is so posh nobody actually turns up on the first night. I got very drunk with the barman.
What extremes of birthdays have you had?
( , Fri 9 Dec 2005, 11:07)
My best birthday so far was my 30th, when I held a Polish Bear Hunting evening in some woods - everyone dressed up in hunting gear, ate a Polish hunting stew round a big fire and then, armed with torches, ran out to find the foil-wrapped chocolate bears I'd hidden in the trees.
My worst so far was my first at university - my birthday was the first official day of term, so I thought there'd be loads of people there to have fun with. No, Cambridge is so posh nobody actually turns up on the first night. I got very drunk with the barman.
What extremes of birthdays have you had?
( , Fri 9 Dec 2005, 11:07)
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My worst birthday was easilly my 18th. It was smack bang in the middle of our final exams on the night before the second math paper. I insisted on going out anyway, but none of my friends could make it because they needed to study. I got rotten drunk all alone and then proceeded to fail maths the following day, denying myself a place in college!
My best was this year (24). I went out to a party the night before and finished drinking at 11am the following morning. Then at 1 I went into my tattooist and got four hours work done on my sholder. I then happly proceded to hit the pub once again, pull a hottie from up the country and go back for another party!
Apoligies for crapness.
( , Fri 9 Dec 2005, 11:27, Reply)
My worst birthday was easilly my 18th. It was smack bang in the middle of our final exams on the night before the second math paper. I insisted on going out anyway, but none of my friends could make it because they needed to study. I got rotten drunk all alone and then proceeded to fail maths the following day, denying myself a place in college!
My best was this year (24). I went out to a party the night before and finished drinking at 11am the following morning. Then at 1 I went into my tattooist and got four hours work done on my sholder. I then happly proceded to hit the pub once again, pull a hottie from up the country and go back for another party!
Apoligies for crapness.
( , Fri 9 Dec 2005, 11:27, Reply)
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