If you’ve taken notice to your right on my Widgets area you’ll notice that today is my birthday, meaning that you can tell your boss to piss off and before he can say anything all you need to say is, “It’s ‘Ard Pete’s birthday” and he’ll back the fuck down or I’ll knock him out.
Unless your boss is a female, then I’ll just seduce her with my manly ways and while she’ll not feel the pain straight away, she will be sore in the morning…
Anyway enough perversity let’s get back on track. Needless to say that many of my blog posts are usually negative in nature due to my hatred of my own life or jealousy of others but as it’s my birthday I thought I’d write something positive for once.
If you’ve ever watched Lost (and if you haven’t, well, you don’t deserve eyes) you’ll remember when Charlie tragically died at the end of Season 3, but not before he listed his top five “greatest hits” or in other words, the top 5 greatest moments he experienced in his life. Once he had written out that list he died soon after, now as you can see I’m not dead; but I am closer to 30 than I am 20 so I may as well be.
I thought I’d borrow that idea and tell you all what I’d consider the top 5 greatest moments of my life so far, no lies, no exaggerations, just me and my life.
Since the size of this post has become huge and the fact that you probably won’t want to read a massive long post all at once I’ve decided to split it up into separate posts, which should hopefully hold your interest over the course of today, leading into tomorrow.
#5: My 21st Birthday
I don’t know why people consider the 21st birthday to be the big one in England, sure in America it’s when people are legally allowed to drink but we’re legal to drink from the age of 18, sure the 18th birthday is the big one but not as big as the 21st, why is that? Maybe it’s because you’re out of your teens? But then again, surely the 20th birthday should be big.
Anyway I don’t make the rules I just go along with it. My 21st birthday was my most memorable birthday ever, it consisted of a three day celebration, the Friday was spent drinking with my work friends after we’d finished work, I had all of my drinks bought for me, they took it in turns; made sure I was extremely hammered, I made out with some 40 year old woman inside a night club who I thought was a MILF, until I looked back at the photo’s a few weeks later and realized it was the alcohol changing my perception. Still I had fun at the time so that’s all that counts right?
Then the Saturday I went out with all of my out of work friends, back in the day my circle of friends used to be huge, at least 20 of us would be out every weekend but over the years friendships end, or you grow apart, or grow up and move on and away; it’s very rare I even go out drinking these days and when I do it’s only with a few people that I know, so this night was brilliant because EVERYONE was out, they were all out for me and while I didn’t kiss any 40 year olds it was one of the best nights out of my life.
And finishing off the weekend on Sunday I went out for a meal with my family, I don’t often spend a lot of time with family, only special occasions and whatnot, I know some people are big on family and they’re really close knit, I on the other hand consider my friends closer family than my actual blood relations. Still, it was an awesome meal, I stuck a balloon valve up my nose and gave myself a nosebleed, then my dad gave me the head shake of disappointment. It was great!
Every birthday since that moment has paled in comparison but as I said, that was the big one, the last milestone birthday until you hit 30, which I’m scheduled to do in exactly three years time!