BirthdaysMy 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?
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chthonic, Fri 9 Dec 2005, 11:07)
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bad.... and goodone of the worst birthdays i had was my 20th, my then GF wanted to drag me and her best mate to see INME in exeter. so i agreed because she was paying for me. once everything was going and the crowd was bouncing around i notice that i am the second oldest person in the room (my GF was older than me). next thing ive got this little scrote and his mate using my shoulders to give them boosts as the pogo'd up and down. not that bad you say... then it happened, one of the little bastards using me as a launch platform stumbles and drags me down with him, my ankle gives out an almighty crunch and i think ive broken it, luckily it was a real bad sprain which kept me limping around for 3 weeks. and i couldn't even get drunk cos of the underaged shites all over the place
the best birthday wasn't actually mine, it was my best mates. im one of the first people to say that you dont need drink to have a good time. however, on this occasion i threw all caution to the wind and decided to go for it. we started the evening by agreeing to drink the same. first up, a bottle of cherry brandy between us at his place and a game of drunken snap, every time you won you got a shot of jack daniels.
then the moment i realise im quite pissed... i spill a glass of vodka and orange down my face as i try to drink it. i go to his bathroom to wash up, then i stumble, fall over backwards and land in his bath, which was wet.
next we go to the local nightclub of choice, luckily my mate works on the door and let us in even though i am quite clearly worse for wear. at this point the night becomes a complete blur which involve me falling asleep, running to bogs to throw up black puck all over the cubicle and my hands and a vague memory of some random whore (i was assured this was the case) sucking my finger trying to pull me while i was oblivious to this.
i only know this much because one of our teetotal friends was taking pics of the shenanigans going on.
even though i forgot most of it i must admit that seeing a pic of me aspleep on the floor of the nightclub with 4 of my mates sat on my back mate me glad i didn't remember a lot cos the pics the next day made up for it.
also, birthday boy went home a few hours earlier than me cos im a fat B3tan and had a 5 stone weight advantage over him so the drink got to him a bit quicker.
(, Wed 14 Dec 2005, 0:36, Reply)
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