Because I’m old now, get it?

Bone’s Big Birthday Bonanza was one hell of a weekend. It’ll all become clear when I get the pictures of Tigg, but needless to say I wore an American Indian (sorry, native American) head-dress for the ENTIRE evening. It was an 11 hour drinking session, beginning with the football and ending with the closing of the union. In the region of 40 units of alcohol was consumed, none of which came back up!

It was great that some of my friends from home came to visit, they even brought my present on the train, a (beer) fridge! So thanks again to Hodge, Soph, Green, Tigg and Tyson for making the trip.

Woke up with a horrednous hangover on Sunday morning, tried to clean up the mess, couldn’t, went back to bed and lay around being a lump. The haze eventually cleared and me managed to clear the house up in time for my families arrival. We then had an excellent meal at ‘Le Bistrot Pierre’ in town then went to the Loaded Dog for some very un-welome drinks and to catch the end of the History Society’s first social of the year. After putting in some face time there we headed back.

My birthday presents were pretty much sponsored by Hugo Boss, a pair of cufflinks from my grandparents (argh! forgot to call them), a leather belt from my brother, and a beautiful watch from my parents (which mysteriously was exactly the style I had requested just the day before). Oh, and some light sticks that I’d seen in a shop and wanted for no reason in particular. Oh, and Soph got me a trivia game. And there was cards a plenty and some money.

Good times, good times indeed.