Worst birthday...
you'd think it would be my 18th earlier this year, what with having a maths exam that day (more specifically, an english lesson first thing in the morning, then sitting completely on my own the next few hours waiting for the exam, THEN having the exam), but it was actually quite good in the end. Had tea and cake with my family when I got home, then went to the boyfriend's house to have masses of chinese takeaway, as my brithday also happens to be his dad's. And they gave me a graphics tablet, yay.

Had my party the following Saturday with my entire extended family and a dozen or so friends at the local football club as my dad's mate runs the bar... hence all my underage friends being allowed to drink, and better still, not having to pay for the privilege. I kind of ruined it for myself by not being sufficiently drunk and fretting about nibbles and things, like I always do. Oh, and my brother got paralytic and spent the rest of the night throwing up loudly next to my head. Ah well.

Back to the point, my worst was probably when I had pneumonia and had to cancel my bowling party. Must have been about 10 or 11.

Best... maybe my 17th last year. Threw an ace sleepover party at my house, got very very drunk and generally had fun with my mates, and it snowed the next morning (very rare in this part of England) so we played in the snow outside. Completely nuts.

Next year I think I'll just go to the pub. Much less effort.
( useful_idiot, Fri 9 Dec 2005, 14:04, Reply)