Everyone has them right, most have them every year but there are some among us who only get one every four and some would claim to have had none worthy of note.
Can you remember your birthdays? Generally I cant but a couple stick in my mind.
Up to 21 is all a blur, but my 21st was memorable because of a couple of things. Firstly, remember I was playing soccer. Well in the year I was 21 (and after all the invites have been sent out) everyone finds out that the Goalkeeper has been having it off with the Centre Half’s wife. Split the party right down the middle. Seems the goalkeeper was actually good at catching after all.
The other reason is family and family friends and reciprocal rights – you know the story. Your parents were invited to some distant (you never met the person) relative’s bar mitzvah or something to that effect and you have to reciprocate on your 21st (18th, wedding – more on this later - or whatever) by having them at “your” party.
So why was my 21st memorable. Friends, Family, Strangers all at home getting pissed and eating your party pies. One family friend, not really a "stranger" decides it would be funny to get his penis and balls out. Yeh (not). This guy was a serial flasher - how do i know he did the same thing to an 80 year old granny at her birthday while dancing with her eew - a Melism. So kids if you don’t want me to do this at your 21st you better be good – I got friends in low places. Other reasons – we had a keg which was in the Laundry (Kegs seem to have gone out of fashion a bit like bell bottom and lace up - in the front jeans (what you mean u never seen them) and those shoes that made you 3” taller) and for some reason it got moved. Split the top hose and we lose half a keg all over the Laundry. Had every drunk in the neighborhood on the front garden for a month (kidding). But we did have to hose the damn place out to get the stuff of the ceiling and walls. Don’t remember getting laid so it probably didn’t happen.
30 – don’t really remember
40 – now that’s a different story. Small gathering down south (Dunsborough) at a house owned by some wonderful friends. We catered for it ourselves (dinner party style) and we had plenty to drink – too much some would say. A number of people were sick (always sign of a well catered for party I say). There was some dressing up and dressing down (another good sign) – I think there is even a picture of me somewhere in a bra with a rose in my mouth (cross dresser not) but there must have been a girl without a bra somewhere me thinks. Too drunk to get laid either that night or in the morning as i remember.
Another things that were memorable about this party was the after party – u know the drive home bit. Get up earylish (before 9) and have a 3 ½ hour drive home. Help clean up and then leave. Get in the passenger seat and go back to sleep (still pissed). Get to Nan and Pops – one hour up road – get out of car go to toilet, spew, and lay down. Wake up an hour later, get in car and drive home. Get home, spew and go to bed. Must have had more to drink than I thought or the food was off.
50 – not yet but if we make it we might come back and fill in the blanks.
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my vote is too much booze..but hey thats just a blind guess! and yes that picture is floating around and yes it will resurface at ur 50th as payback for my 21st which is the same year!
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