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 friends ever...
kat and tom said they were going to give me the most kick-ass surprise birthday in the world ever, on my birthday. They hinted darkly about it for many months.
On the big day I waited all day for a mysterious invitation- nothing. In the end I went to Kat's flat. All was dark. Wow! I figured. They must all be in there hiding and laughing.
No one answered the door. In the end I phoned another friend. It transpired that early that morning Tom and Kat had boarded a flight to Toulouse in hot pursuit of a couple of hot French sisters they wanted to mount.
I cried for days.
( , Thu 15 Dec 2005, 10:13, Reply)
kat and tom said they were going to give me the most kick-ass surprise birthday in the world ever, on my birthday. They hinted darkly about it for many months.
On the big day I waited all day for a mysterious invitation- nothing. In the end I went to Kat's flat. All was dark. Wow! I figured. They must all be in there hiding and laughing.
No one answered the door. In the end I phoned another friend. It transpired that early that morning Tom and Kat had boarded a flight to Toulouse in hot pursuit of a couple of hot French sisters they wanted to mount.
I cried for days.
( , Thu 15 Dec 2005, 10:13, Reply)
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