BirthdaysMy 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?
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chthonic, Fri 9 Dec 2005, 11:07)
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2005 suckedMy girlfriend's birthday is April 20, same day as Hitler's. It's easy to remember, but the ugly thing is that our anniversary is April 18. So that's two dates in one week where I have to be the A1 boyfriend. The anniversary came around and she realised I hadn't gotten her anything yet. It got ugly, so I ran out and bought her everything I could for her birthday. I ended up with four gifts, but one of them was just a page ripped from a catalogue with a circle around a DVD player. She was a movie buff so I thought it would be nice, but I didn't have the money at the time.
Fast-forward to early November, and my birthday. I still hadn't bought the DVD player, though I now had the money for it. I came home from work a little late, as we'd had a fight the night before. The door was locked from the inside, in a way that my keys couldn't open. I banged on the door, shouted through the mail slot, dialed her cell, but she wasn't answering. She had to be there, because the doors were locked from the inside.
By now the neighbours had heard, so I went out of the building, thinking of a way to break in. The laundry room window of our neighbours' was right next to ours, so I figured it would be easiest to swing from there over into my place. So I knocked on the door of my neighbours and explained the plan. Although I wanted to go, my neighbour ended up climbing across.
A minute later, he let me in. My girlfriend was lying, unconscious, right inside the front door. I found a torn scarf next to her, and quickly figured out what had happened. I hid the scarf from our neighbours. They helped me wake her up, and she finally convinced them that she was okay. Then I found a suicide note sitting on top of my computer (the one I'm currently typing on). It turns out she'd tried to hang herself but the scarf broke. This is understating the obvious, but that was my worst birthday ever.
On the bright side, she bought me a record player, which was the perfect gift. If it hadn't arrived that day and been sitting in the doorway, I could have seen her crumpled form through the mail slot.
Just let me have a check here...no, I'm not Stusut. Sorry.
(, Fri 9 Dec 2005, 13:32, Reply)
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