Over the Hill
Well it’s official. There’s no use hiding behind the transparent wall of immaturity now. I’m 21. If I wasn’t a student still, there would be the word “adult” tatooed onto my left buttock (please note that I won’t actually be doing this once I graduate. My Birthday was on Saturday and thanks to my family and especially my fiancee and (of course everyone who wrote on my Facebook wall) it was really good.
Talking about Facebook, does anyone else get swamped with e-mails on their Birthdays? So many that it’s impossible to reply to them all in less than 3 hours? Maybe they should create a mass messaging service. It’s a shame I don’t have 3 hours to spare in the run up to the Christmas as most of them are people I’d like to reply to.
Anyway, the day itself…
Typically, I’m a quiet introverted old soul, so I don’t usually go out or anything on my special days and I thought that having been away from home and not organised anything, it would just be a quiet dull Saturday. I got up at 9 (My lie-in equivalent!) and did some reading until 11 when I thought that my head felt stale. So I got out of bed and went to shower.
Coming back from this shower, my door was unlocked. I went inside and thought for a moment, then remembered that I had left the door open for my beautiful and lovely fiancee. However, she wasn’t inside so I considered that she hadn’t arrived yet. At this moment suddenly the cupboards flung open and there was a large roar. It was her and she promptly burst into laughter. She had scared the hair off my head and I was shaking like it was 20 fahrenheit. “That’s not funny!” I said, but ended up contradicting myself when I in turn blew up into a giggling fit. I was still shaking when she gave me her presents!
Apparently, my mum did exactly the same thing to my dad when they were students. My dad wasn’t impressed either though. I wonder whether it is something that all girls do to their significant others. A kind of rite of passage maybe, to prove their manliness! If this was the case I think I would have failed there and then.
Later on, my fiancee and I met two friends for lunch and then went to my hometown in Windsor (I should take this moment to earn brownie points by acknowledging my family and fiancee as the best present-givers ever!). On my Birthday dinner I played a Poirot Murder Mystery game with my family, fiancee and another couple of friends. It was great fun, but the conclusion was a little disappointing as it resorted to making the character who had most access, but least motive responsible! It was literally, “she did it, here’s how”! Poirot as well was an obviously English guy with a false moustache and an intense stare which more spoke of his concentration of saying the correct words with the correct accent that actually playing a role. Having said this, these two things were part of the charms and it was amazing how everyone’s characters were brought to life. I’d really recommend Murder Mystery games as a result.
Then of course, to wrap it all off, I watched my favourite team, Arsenal, beat a very tough Aston Villa side away. Surely, a perfect day. So, now the aftermath…
Let’s see what happens.
