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 13th Birthday
I had a "60's" theme going for my 13th birthday party, and I invited a few friends over early to help decorate and what have you. As we were putting up decorations, I suddenly felt very hot, nauseous, and started having hallucinations. Of course I was used to this by now because I’d been feeling this way for about a week. Mum thought I was faking it up until now just to get out of cleaning the house for my party – but right before the party? I don’t think so. It must be real.
So my friend suggested Advil, and lots of it.
The night pressed on and I coasted on Advil and fell into a deep slumber that night, and woke up in the morning with strange zits all over my neck! And face…and tongue.
Turns out when my brother got chicken pox the week earlier and I thought I was immune, I was actually wrong about that. Happy 13th birthday Self, two weeks of crippling self-loathing, itching and a face not unlike a gargoyle.
( , Tue 13 Dec 2005, 3:48, Reply)
I had a "60's" theme going for my 13th birthday party, and I invited a few friends over early to help decorate and what have you. As we were putting up decorations, I suddenly felt very hot, nauseous, and started having hallucinations. Of course I was used to this by now because I’d been feeling this way for about a week. Mum thought I was faking it up until now just to get out of cleaning the house for my party – but right before the party? I don’t think so. It must be real.
So my friend suggested Advil, and lots of it.
The night pressed on and I coasted on Advil and fell into a deep slumber that night, and woke up in the morning with strange zits all over my neck! And face…and tongue.
Turns out when my brother got chicken pox the week earlier and I thought I was immune, I was actually wrong about that. Happy 13th birthday Self, two weeks of crippling self-loathing, itching and a face not unlike a gargoyle.
( , Tue 13 Dec 2005, 3:48, Reply)
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