So up until being an official adult all of my birthdays have been grand, even had a limo to bowling for my sixteenth. Until I was 18 that is, before that they always ended in a smile and left me feeling happy and joyious for the next couple of weeks.
My eighteenth Birthday
So I decided I wanted a meal with the family, and my aunt and uncle wanted to me to get drunk so they Brought me alcopops, ciders and I hated the taste of all of them I couldn't ever get over that alcohol taste. After about 15/20 mins of this I said I wanted the unlimited Coke and it took a further 20mins before dad just went and got me one as they kept arguing no and that I needed to drink alcohol, it was my right of passage. Also to top it off nan got me a cake made one vanilla and the other chocolate, but thing is ever since a bad experience durning Easter when I as nine, I haven't like chocolate in big amounts and I just didn't like the massive amount of it in the eight, loved the one but not the eight, so I got moaned at for that too.
My Nineteenth Birthday
At my 19th, it was first year of uni and decided that I was gunna drink with some housemates and there was four of us and had a small cake me, Joe, Catherine and nelly. After awhile nelly left and Joe was smoking weed, then it was me and Catherine (my lovely trans friend I had, who obviously didn't have the hormones or anything) and I'm a hugger so as normal I went to give her a hug and she kissed me. In hindsight I guess I was being me, but in a way that could have meant more. And I was soo shocked and I said sorry and ran away 🙈. I was a wreck for the next few days wondering when did I lead her on and what could I have done differently, have I ruined our friendship, what a lovely birthday week to have.
I'm the mr burns in this picture but you get the idea lol
My twentieth Birthday
So for my 20th my housemates (different ones) played a bunch of pranks on me: I struggled to open my door as they decided to tie a sheet around the door handle and the banister (despite knowing I had class at 9), they hard boiled my eggs and then told me to bake a cake for myself. This foregin dude called me up several times a day and literally shouted abuse at me. Then we did a drinking game and they put shots of absinth, and thinking they were sours I downed it only to projectile vomit. Then decided that wasn't enough and mixed wine, whiskey, rum in my own heavy vodka /coke (I used to pour half and half Coke and vodka the more drunk I got), anyhow I remember crying my eyes out after my 7/8 time in the toilet. Then thought it'll be funny to hide behind my door when I was utterly drunk and wanted to sleep, that I started to shout abuse at my door and kicking it, that it was propbably the one time they all got scared at me, she said she hid under my bed and waited till I started snoring to come out again.
Come to think of it my 19th makes it into my top five worst days of my life
My tweny-first Brithday
This one wasn't neccisarily bad but I was working the following night, so couldn't really go out drinking it up and I really needed the money as I almost didn't make the rent for that month. So instead, I ended up talking to my parents high, while trying to not be high and played a small but fun drinking game that ended up dragging loads the later it got, also cooked a buffet for everyone so we all had plenty to eat.
As for my 22nd and 23rd birthday, well they werent bad, just kinda boring I suppose, nothing rememerable happened, for my 24th I did want to go out drinking with my one good friend, but thats a pipe dream. there's a smidgin of hope of that happening for my 25th but oh well thats life I supppose the older you get the less magical your birthdays are.
ps: sorry for any spelling mistakes seen, I have no excuse I'm just bad at them lol