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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They were the same!!
Oddly enough, my best - and worst - birthday was my 24th...
Had dumped my ex for unspeakable cruelty (finally granting him the freedom he'd been acting as if he already had), but still bought him a huge painting of Kate Moss pole-dancing (or was it line-dancing...) for his birthday a couple of weeks previous to mine...
I opened his gift that morning to find two pairs of socks and a second-hand hairbrush.
With hair in it.
All from Ebay.
He still loved me apparently.
I then disappeared of to Alton Towers for the day with the housemate who'd been 'consoling' me since I moved in after the break-up (nudge, wink) and came home to have alcohol poured down my throat by half-naked housemates, and be 'consoled' a bit more :o)
Every cloud...
( , Tue 13 Dec 2005, 11:58, Reply)
Oddly enough, my best - and worst - birthday was my 24th...
Had dumped my ex for unspeakable cruelty (finally granting him the freedom he'd been acting as if he already had), but still bought him a huge painting of Kate Moss pole-dancing (or was it line-dancing...) for his birthday a couple of weeks previous to mine...
I opened his gift that morning to find two pairs of socks and a second-hand hairbrush.
With hair in it.
All from Ebay.
He still loved me apparently.
I then disappeared of to Alton Towers for the day with the housemate who'd been 'consoling' me since I moved in after the break-up (nudge, wink) and came home to have alcohol poured down my throat by half-naked housemates, and be 'consoled' a bit more :o)
Every cloud...
( , Tue 13 Dec 2005, 11:58, Reply)
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