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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Apologies to my classmates...
It was the day before my 11th birthday. All my friends were invited to the best party ever at a Wacky Warehouse nearby. All of a sudden I was hoying up my guts all over. Even when there was nothing left, the spew kept a-spewing.
It took til the day of my birthday for the doctor to decide I had appendicitis. I was rushed into hospital and asked the usual questions like, can I take myself to the toilet and can I feed myself?? All the time I was thinking of the party I'd be missing. We had to 'postpone' it in the end, but the party was never re-held. Ever since then, my social life has never been the same... So if anyone still has their invites?
To add insult to injury, the day after I'd had my operation, my mum came to tell me she'd eaten the birthday cake in my absence... I promptly told her to leave, whilst I convalesced in agony.
( , Wed 14 Dec 2005, 0:18, Reply)
It was the day before my 11th birthday. All my friends were invited to the best party ever at a Wacky Warehouse nearby. All of a sudden I was hoying up my guts all over. Even when there was nothing left, the spew kept a-spewing.
It took til the day of my birthday for the doctor to decide I had appendicitis. I was rushed into hospital and asked the usual questions like, can I take myself to the toilet and can I feed myself?? All the time I was thinking of the party I'd be missing. We had to 'postpone' it in the end, but the party was never re-held. Ever since then, my social life has never been the same... So if anyone still has their invites?
To add insult to injury, the day after I'd had my operation, my mum came to tell me she'd eaten the birthday cake in my absence... I promptly told her to leave, whilst I convalesced in agony.
( , Wed 14 Dec 2005, 0:18, Reply)
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