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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My dad mostly never remembers when my birthday isMy birthdays tend to get rather weird when my Dad gets involved. Two in every three times he forgets when my birthday is, and phones to ask me - it's 50 / 50 for him phoning before and after the date in question.
Several years back Dad phoned me a week after my birthday, to ask when it was and arranged to visit me. Upon the visit he bought me a box of car tools, which I didn't want or understand what they were for. He then borrowed them from me several days later and I never saw them until I recieved them for my birthday the next year, again a week late, but this time there were tools missing from it and oily thumb prints on the box.
I'm 33 and he has missed my birthday for about 2/3s of my life.
(, Fri 9 Dec 2005, 12:28, Reply)
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