Humbug.
It's my birthday next week. I won't be having a party.
I only ever had one birthday party as a child (I know, the violins....). It was my sixth birthday and I invited everyone in my class. I remember sitting in the armchair at the end of the living room as my classmates piled presents onto my lap, thinking what a great deal this was and how I'd make sure I had a party every year. Our living room had a through route via doors at either end, and we all had a fabulous time doing high-speed circuits in pursuit of my brother even as my mother winced and had visions of eyes being gouged out on the corner of the dining room table. The afternoon culminated in my brother leaping over the upstairs banister with seventeen hyperactive six year olds in hot pursuit and I never had another birthday party. Ever.
I'm too old for parties these days. I'm too old for everything, pretty much. Turning thirty-three sucks. Totally sucks.
I am not coping well with the whole getting-old thing. Can you tell?
I only ever had one birthday party as a child (I know, the violins....). It was my sixth birthday and I invited everyone in my class. I remember sitting in the armchair at the end of the living room as my classmates piled presents onto my lap, thinking what a great deal this was and how I'd make sure I had a party every year. Our living room had a through route via doors at either end, and we all had a fabulous time doing high-speed circuits in pursuit of my brother even as my mother winced and had visions of eyes being gouged out on the corner of the dining room table. The afternoon culminated in my brother leaping over the upstairs banister with seventeen hyperactive six year olds in hot pursuit and I never had another birthday party. Ever.
I'm too old for parties these days. I'm too old for everything, pretty much. Turning thirty-three sucks. Totally sucks.
I am not coping well with the whole getting-old thing. Can you tell?
posted by surly girl at 6:49 pm
31 Comments:
Tsk, tsk on not being allowed to have birthday parties.
I was only allowed one every other year and felt completely deprived.
*hands surly the bottle of gin*
Let's have a cyber party next week then. We'll start now.
Thirty three's young. Thirty four? Now that's old. Real old.
Yes, we can tell.
Oh it'd have been sooooooo much funnier if your birthday coincided with your pmt.
For us, anyway.
You may not be having a party, but can I have some cake if there's any going?
You should gatecrash some little kids party, run around like a special, throw jelly & ice-cream at the parents and open all the presents, making the kid cry.
You would've caught up with all those missed birthday parties then.
Happy birthday for next week. I'm only a couple of years behind you...
I just noticed your query on the Leather Goddesses of Phobos game on the post below this one.
You can see info on it here (and even download it)
http://www.the-underdogs.org/game.php?id=3487
AND (get this one!) you can PLAY it online here!
http://www.xs4all.nl/~pot/infocom/leather.html
Gosh, I feel so kind and helpful today! Think of it as an early birthday prezzie.
Parties seem to go much better when you get alcohol involved. I like the crashing of a kids party idea too, do that. I had a joint birthday party with my brother at an ice rink one year (our birthdays are two days apart). It ended quite abruptly when one of his friends kicked one of my friends with his ice skate.
date a younger guy and make him throw a party... well, it's a bit late, may be for next year?
actually, the word verification thing is also a bit tough here...
I'm 33 1/2. It's fine, believe me.
Everyone still thinks I'm about 25. Just make your hair spiky, that's what I do. Has everyone fooled.
I'll let you know how 34 is when I get there.
I dont know what the problem is, SG.
I'd be less worried about my age and more worried about the size of my arse, if I were you.
Have no fear - 33, 34 and 35 are all great. I can't tell you yet about 36. That one sounds a bit scary to me - nearer 40 to 30, and all that.
*than* 30.
Aaaaaargh. You can all fuck off.
Moaning about being in you mid thirties. Shut up. Stop reminding me.
I am, count them, forty years old, entering my fifth decade, half way to eighty, in 56 days.
I win. But for once, I don't want to.
That'd be 'your' mid thirties. Dammit. I'm so cross I can't type. Arse.
I'm forty and fat. Trust me - it's fine. The older you get, the less you care.
The further down the comments, the older the commenters get. Any advance on 42? Look, at 33 you haven't even been issued with your bingo wings yet so make the most of it. Apart from the back ache and having to cover up the grey hair, I'm not that bothered. Provided you remember to tweeze out the chin whiskers and wear an underwired bra you cope just fine.
33 is a breeze...trust me (besides, you can still say you're in your early 30s)
Yes, 33 is a total breeze. I am not entirely convinced that anyone of 33 is old enough yet to vote, have sex and stuff.
I'll put you on the naughty step if you moan about being only 33 anymore. You're tired and you're showing off. Just stop it.
You, you, you ... CHILD.
(And yes, Betty, I have advanced on 42. Senility beckons)
I only had 2 birthday parties as a child - didn't get invited to many as a result. Undoubtedly my worst though was my 16th to which no-one turned up because it was the last day of O'levels and they were all out drinking.
I highly recommend having a birthday party as an adult. Makes me feel a lot better about missing out as a child.
you tell her beep! :-)
33, for fuck's sake.
*wyndham slaps his forehead and guns his motorised wheelchair into fifth*
I got a few years up on ya' honey. The thirties are fantastic years. Enjoy them...
ya pup, ya.
5-5-60, honey.
go ahead and feel like crap if you need to, but have a party for yourself or something when you're done!
here's a gift:
http://www.toothpastefordinner.com/122205/the-jello-llama-is-coming.gif
Wahey! This thread has cheered me up no end. So every age is great? Brilliant!
I have to say I'm enjoying myself more and more as I get older, and without the aid of drink and drugs*, too. If I'd told my 22 year-old self that, 22 year-old me would have thought I was lying through my teeth. But I'm not.
* Apart from nicotine. And caffeine. Obviously.
You are all foetuses. Whingeing embryos! I'm not even going to tell you how old I am because it is utterly. Bloody. Irrelevant. Be yourself, not your age. And go against your instincts and have an absolute blowout killer party. There are no parties in the grave, you know. Go on!
yeah, but she's welsh, and she has to do michael douglas, so we're not that badly off.
bella - happy birthday for yesterday!
as for GW - apparently it's nearly ready. yeah right. like my house. fucking builders.
I just came doddering in to see what all the fuss was about.
It's OK surly, you don't have to cope with the getting old thing for a few years yet.
I advise against having the missed parties of your youth though, the food's disgusting, your best friends all want to play with your worst enemies all of a sudden and when it all ends in tears, it's you who gets the blame.
Have a grown up blast instead!
Betty...I've tried teasing out the grey whiskers but am left with a bald chin. Also, my underwired bra just isn't comfortable (I've yet to lose my excess Christmas weight you know !!!).
As for the ageing process I have no fears at all. It never bothered me before and although I turn 40 this year my life is filled with optimism and happiness at the thought of having all those years ahead of me with Surly Girl...how fucking great is that !
Bloody hell - 33! You are so lucky! I turned 40 on 24th Jan and I can tell you that was quite a shock. I wasn't going to do anything and at the last minute decided to go for it and have a party. It was great. I think I am going to revert to 38 for the next few years though - or as long as I conceivably get away with it without people thinking I am Joan Rivers lookie-likie!
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