Birthday Boy...
Not much in the way of posting for the rest of this week. The Other Half turns forty on Friday so we're off to Newquay this evening for three days of beach walks, log fires, whisky and...well, you get the idea.So, to keep you all occupied in the meantime, and for my vicious amusement on my return, please leave your memories of your worst/most unhappy/truly horrifying birthday experience in the comments box. Or a nice one. Whatever.
Go on. you know you want to.
Oh, and please pray to the gods of Keeping-Aeroplanes-In-the-Sky. Thank you.
posted by surly girl at 2:45 pm
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I've got a feeling my worst birthday experience is going to be my birthday on Sunday.
Didn't you know - the God of Keeping-Aeroplanes-In-The-Sky doesn't exist.
Still, it's been nice knowing you.
Happy birthday to Other Half, have a good time in Newquay, etc.
I don't have any awful embarrassing birthday related stories, unfortunately.
All I can remember is that on my fortieth we were supposed to be going up to London for a "special" meal, only to have to cancel it because we had to wait in all day for the bloody television repair man to turn up. Not that there was anything wrong with the telly in the first place.
Not that I'm bitter or anything. Oh no.
I cried through most of my fortieth. Life has never really been the same since.
As a teenager, during the GCSE & A-level periods my birthday always fell during mocks, so the birthdays between 15 and 18 were usually spent in exam halls. Hardly horrifying, but none of them have stuck in my mind as special as a result.
He never is 40! It's those Iron maiden T-Shirts that take years off him ;o)
When I was a student I took Donna away for a weekend as a birthday present but all I could afford was Ostend .. it really is worth considering not bothering if you end up in a place with less life in it that the place you are leaving behind, and we lived in a sleepy village at the time! .. I think we had fun, from memory, but I can remember starting smoking (I have never smoked) just for something to do. It's not a destination of choice. Sorry Donna.
That's okay Mr Stagedive ... It didn't come into my mind as my worst birthday. Michaela got Paris, I got Ostend - I won't hold it against you!!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY OH!!
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Happy Birthday OH. Have a great time both of you. My worst birthday memory is when I was 11 or so and my mum took me and my sister to southend, shopping and to Peter Pan's playground. She bought my sister a load of clothes then at the playground neither of them would go on any rides with me and I was too scared to go on my own so we went home. Didn't even get any honeycomb!
My mother decided when my sister and I were about 4 and 5 not to have any more parties for our birthdays.
We went out for a meal instead. 'Isn't that much nicer?' my mother said.
No.
My 18th was horrific. I'd fallen out with my so called boyfriend who had decided that it would be a really funny "joke" to get everyone to boycott my birthday. I turned up at 6th form in a new t-shirt I had been given and he asked if it was new. I said that I had got it as a birthday present and he shrugged and walked off.
This reaction was copied by everyone else I came into contact with except one girl who said "don't tell anyone I said this but... happy birthday". The rest of the day was spent crying in the toilets. There wasn't even a surprise party to make up for it... he was just a bastard.
Fun!!
I got asked to leave a restaurant on my 24th for fighting with my then boyfriend.
It was the boyfriend's fault, he'd spent the day being absolutely horrible to me. I dumped him soon after.
By "soon after" I mean 4 months down the line.
Glad I'm not 24 anymore.
28. Reader's Digest DIY Manual from my mum and dad.
Two spring to mind - when I was really quite small, primary school age, I got chicken pox on my birthday. For the second time. So no-one was allowed near me and I spent the day in bed feeling rotten.
Then, another year, probably when I was about nine, me and my older brother who's birthday is two years and two days away from mine, had a joint party at the ice rink. One of his friends kicked one of mine while wearing his iceskates, leaving a permanent mark on the bone, and most of the day was spent in hospital.
My 16th fell on the last day of O'levels. I organised the usual boarding school birthday party with hugely expensive school approved cake.
To celebrate the end of O'levels, the school decided (uniquely) to let fifth form off the grounds for a couple of hours. Everyone went into the town centre and no-one came to my party.
The cake was pretty nasty too.
well having to buy my own cake - every effing year - isn't too great. in fact, my kids are now prompting their dad to get pressies and cards instead of the other way round!
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