Some good times...
I've been lucky, I can only think of a couple of bad birthdays... The worst one being my final year of uni in the damp bedroom of my student house on my own, just turning 22. My girlfriend ignoring me via all possible methods of contact including morse code and carrier pigeon and my dissertation due in the day after. On my 18th I stayed in and played on the internet/revised for A-Levels and on my 21st we went out in Liverpool, my exgirlfriend who I was still struggling to get over turned up and I had indigestion all night making drinking an impossibility... At a time when I really needed a drink.

Fortunately the better birthdays are more numerous. Starting with my 19th... A first year at uni in Liverpool with all my new friends in the Krazy House on a thursday. 2 for 1 night, midnight rolls around and I found out that it's hard to dance while holding 8 bottles bought for you by said friends.

My 23rd birthday fully made up for my sucky 22nd birthday when what initially started out as a quiet night out with two girls I know turned into a massive knees up with pretty much most of my friends coming along. Much was drank and fun was had. Almost turned sour when someone tried to attack one of the girls outside but I did my superhero bit by dragging the drunken fool off her then refusing to fight him despite his requests. The site of me and 4 six foot plus friends telling him we wouldn't get involved in a fight seemed to impress the police officers who promptly told him to eff off.

Next my 25th birthday and me and a girl I've been seeing decide to officially become a couple meaning I now get birthday presents and anniversary presents on the same day making it an all round loved up happy time for us both.


Ding Dang Doo
( beefandcheese, Tue 13 Dec 2005, 10:43, Reply)