I have been utterly convinced for years that my birthday is the unluckiest day of the year. Friday the 13th has nothing on my birthday!
My birthday has been struck down by medical emergencies, RSVP non-believers, bouncers who do not recognize a British drivers license as proper ID for entrance to a 21 and over restaurant, rainstorms, friends who can think of nothing better to do than conjure up very dramatic and unfaithful "hook-ups" for which I will later be blamed for due to lack of supervision in the absence of their "better half" (I intend to have tracking devices secured to their ankles in the future), and even death.
I was determined that this year would be better. If I had to wrangle the sun, the moon, and the stars and align the planets myself, I was prepared to do so; it had to go right just once!
I began the painstaking planning well in advance. The location was the first hurdle. In years past, I simply gathered my friends at a restaurant where the 15 of us sit down at a ridiculously long table that quickly constricts the ability to socialize with someone outside of your immediate four flankers. To prevent this I booked my aunt's clubhouse to hold the party.
One down.
My birthday has been struck down by medical emergencies, RSVP non-believers, bouncers who do not recognize a British drivers license as proper ID for entrance to a 21 and over restaurant, rainstorms, friends who can think of nothing better to do than conjure up very dramatic and unfaithful "hook-ups" for which I will later be blamed for due to lack of supervision in the absence of their "better half" (I intend to have tracking devices secured to their ankles in the future), and even death.
I was determined that this year would be better. If I had to wrangle the sun, the moon, and the stars and align the planets myself, I was prepared to do so; it had to go right just once!
I began the painstaking planning well in advance. The location was the first hurdle. In years past, I simply gathered my friends at a restaurant where the 15 of us sit down at a ridiculously long table that quickly constricts the ability to socialize with someone outside of your immediate four flankers. To prevent this I booked my aunt's clubhouse to hold the party.
One down.
7
to be happy with a disasterous party :)