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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The best or the worst? Hard to tell.
This year I got a tire. It was wrapped in a pink ribbon. Now this wasn't a wussy little volvo tire, this was like, drag-racing SUPER MONSTER TRUCK SMASH size tire. The girl who gave it to me walked in late with two hefty guys in tow, carrying it.
About halfway through my brithday I was hog-tied to said tire with the aforementioned pink ribbon, and then it fell over. Alas, my dad didn't let me take it home - I think the exact words were "I'm not letting that thing in my fucking car!"
( , Wed 14 Dec 2005, 10:04, Reply)
This year I got a tire. It was wrapped in a pink ribbon. Now this wasn't a wussy little volvo tire, this was like, drag-racing SUPER MONSTER TRUCK SMASH size tire. The girl who gave it to me walked in late with two hefty guys in tow, carrying it.
About halfway through my brithday I was hog-tied to said tire with the aforementioned pink ribbon, and then it fell over. Alas, my dad didn't let me take it home - I think the exact words were "I'm not letting that thing in my fucking car!"
( , Wed 14 Dec 2005, 10:04, Reply)
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