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Just sent out via FB my invites for my 75th birthday bash , my local pub has given us the back room free, we can’t have it on my birthday the 11th as that’s a Thursday and there’s a quiz on, could have had the 13th but it’s our friend Michael’s memorial, a year since Covid took him from us aged 53 so it’s the 21st , 2 till when
I love a partyyyy me :0)
I love a partyyyy me :0)
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I hope that your big bash goes better than my 'landmark' birthdays always seem to have gone, Bobbi. On my 18th birthday my dad had a darts match to go to. (He was the team captain). I didn't mind because I enjoyed joining him in the pub to play darts and, even though I wasn't a registered member of the team, I always got a game (covering for an inevitable absentee in...
20:19 Thu 14th Oct 2021
I hope that your big bash goes better than my 'landmark' birthdays always seem to have gone, Bobbi.
On my 18th birthday my dad had a darts match to go to. (He was the team captain). I didn't mind because I enjoyed joining him in the pub to play darts and, even though I wasn't a registered member of the team, I always got a game (covering for an inevitable absentee in the side) whenever he had a league match to go to. As it turned out, that was the only time that every single member of the team turned up, so I didn't get a game and simply sat all night in a corner on my own, supping my pint :(
My 21st birthday was on the day that we students returned to college after the Easter break. As a got onto the train, my mum gave me a load of cash and told me to have a really good celebration that night. When I got back to college though, all of my mates had either got back so much earlier that they were too pished to go out again or weren't due back until after the pubs closed. I found one guy, who I didn't really get on with, who allowed me to buy him a drink in the bar before saying that he'd have to go. Other than that, I was on my own all night :(
On my 30th birthday, I was joined by loads of teaching colleagues in a pub, many of whom kept buying me whiskies, even though I was drinking pints of beer. So I poured all of the whiskies into a half pint glass, to have as my last drink of the night. However, even though it was well before drinking up time, the barmaid cleared my glass with the empties and poured it all down the sink!
I can't remember my 40th birthday but I think that I was probably too hard up to be able to enjoy it much. I probably had a quiet night round at my dad's house.
I was working on my 60th birthday, asking people lots of silly questions on a footpath in Norwich. It should have been a late finish but I persuaded a colleague to cover for me, so that I could slip away early, actually managing to have a couple of pints with a mate that night. It was hardly a 'celebration' in the proper sense but at least I got out of the house.
The only 'big' birthday I've really enjoyed was a lovely night in a Moroccan restaurant with a couple of friends on my 50th, eating loads of good food, drinking far too much booze and stuffing money into the belly dancer's waistband ;-)
So I hope that you have more luck than me in the celebrations department!
On my 18th birthday my dad had a darts match to go to. (He was the team captain). I didn't mind because I enjoyed joining him in the pub to play darts and, even though I wasn't a registered member of the team, I always got a game (covering for an inevitable absentee in the side) whenever he had a league match to go to. As it turned out, that was the only time that every single member of the team turned up, so I didn't get a game and simply sat all night in a corner on my own, supping my pint :(
My 21st birthday was on the day that we students returned to college after the Easter break. As a got onto the train, my mum gave me a load of cash and told me to have a really good celebration that night. When I got back to college though, all of my mates had either got back so much earlier that they were too pished to go out again or weren't due back until after the pubs closed. I found one guy, who I didn't really get on with, who allowed me to buy him a drink in the bar before saying that he'd have to go. Other than that, I was on my own all night :(
On my 30th birthday, I was joined by loads of teaching colleagues in a pub, many of whom kept buying me whiskies, even though I was drinking pints of beer. So I poured all of the whiskies into a half pint glass, to have as my last drink of the night. However, even though it was well before drinking up time, the barmaid cleared my glass with the empties and poured it all down the sink!
I can't remember my 40th birthday but I think that I was probably too hard up to be able to enjoy it much. I probably had a quiet night round at my dad's house.
I was working on my 60th birthday, asking people lots of silly questions on a footpath in Norwich. It should have been a late finish but I persuaded a colleague to cover for me, so that I could slip away early, actually managing to have a couple of pints with a mate that night. It was hardly a 'celebration' in the proper sense but at least I got out of the house.
The only 'big' birthday I've really enjoyed was a lovely night in a Moroccan restaurant with a couple of friends on my 50th, eating loads of good food, drinking far too much booze and stuffing money into the belly dancer's waistband ;-)
So I hope that you have more luck than me in the celebrations department!
Can I tell you about my 21st, myself and 3 other friends went to the Abercorn one Saturday afternoon. Two friends became very ill due to alcohol - in their stead they weren't big drinkers, one went to be sick in the toilet and was away a good while - I followed her into the toilet and she was vomiting so vehemently so while her head was over the bowl, I espied a false tooth sitting on the cistern lid, I flushed it and friend was too proud to tell me it was her false tooth.
The other friend had travelled quite a distance from Holywood to Belfast and I had to take her home physically on the bus cos I couldn't leave her to go home on her own.
We brought the other sick friend to the other sober friend's house where she continued to be sick and we started to panic as she was vomiting blood but think it was she burst a vessel.
She never drank Pernod ever again.
What a 21st.
The other friend had travelled quite a distance from Holywood to Belfast and I had to take her home physically on the bus cos I couldn't leave her to go home on her own.
We brought the other sick friend to the other sober friend's house where she continued to be sick and we started to panic as she was vomiting blood but think it was she burst a vessel.
She never drank Pernod ever again.
What a 21st.
