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 20th is by far the most, well, most. I got taken out by friends, quite literally- 6 stellas and four tequilas and a star-trek moment from where one minute I was in the Walkabout- next I knew I was being thrown out of the Vodka Revolution for being too drunk. After vomiting copiously on the way home, I woke up with a killer hangover, and also find I had demanded sex from my ex. Not a problem, normally. Problem being, she had the painters in. Blood everywhere. Not nice.
( , Sat 10 Dec 2005, 17:38, Reply)
My 20th is by far the most, well, most. I got taken out by friends, quite literally- 6 stellas and four tequilas and a star-trek moment from where one minute I was in the Walkabout- next I knew I was being thrown out of the Vodka Revolution for being too drunk. After vomiting copiously on the way home, I woke up with a killer hangover, and also find I had demanded sex from my ex. Not a problem, normally. Problem being, she had the painters in. Blood everywhere. Not nice.
( , Sat 10 Dec 2005, 17:38, Reply)
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