Well, my birthday came and went without so much as a sniff of drama.
<_<
>_>
Woop!
I actually had a really nice day, with unexpected presents and well wishes and we went out that night to have an actual quiet drink. It was lovely ^_^
Thank you for your birthday wishes you two (since I'm sure it's just you who read this :P)
Friday, 13 March 2009
Tuesday, 10 March 2009
Birthday musings.
Currently playing: Queen - Bohemian Rhapsody
As you may or may not know (or remember!) tomorrow marks the start of my third decade on Earth. Now, I enjoy a good shindig as much as the next person, but this year I really don't want to celebrate my birthday. I'd love to have a few quiet drinks with my friends and then go home to my bed at a reasonable hour. Does this make me such an old fart? I honestly don't think so. Y'see the way some of my friends have been at the moment I can see the whole evening turning into a debauchery filled disaster, complete with one night stands, memory loss, and thorough embarassment. Fortunately this would all be on the part of my companions, since I'll probably just go home if it turns out that way, but I shouldn't have to. I shouldn't be dreading my birthday. I shouldn't feel the need to avoid my friends for fear of what they might get into. I should be able to go out and celebrate the end of my teenage years without fear of drama. But I can't. This is a sad state of affairs. Oh well, I'll just laugh at them and their hangovers in the morning.
As you may or may not know (or remember!) tomorrow marks the start of my third decade on Earth. Now, I enjoy a good shindig as much as the next person, but this year I really don't want to celebrate my birthday. I'd love to have a few quiet drinks with my friends and then go home to my bed at a reasonable hour. Does this make me such an old fart? I honestly don't think so. Y'see the way some of my friends have been at the moment I can see the whole evening turning into a debauchery filled disaster, complete with one night stands, memory loss, and thorough embarassment. Fortunately this would all be on the part of my companions, since I'll probably just go home if it turns out that way, but I shouldn't have to. I shouldn't be dreading my birthday. I shouldn't feel the need to avoid my friends for fear of what they might get into. I should be able to go out and celebrate the end of my teenage years without fear of drama. But I can't. This is a sad state of affairs. Oh well, I'll just laugh at them and their hangovers in the morning.
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