Lord Monster's Birthday (It probably went something like this..)
A bleary eyewitness account:
I suppose I count the beginning on Friday evening. Just before work I got a most upsetting happy birthday email. Grr. Well-spoiled there. Anyone got a shovel so I can bury the memory of the memory of.. (/reddwarf).
Anyway, went to work and things got better, a decent if slightly odd night. Finished at midnight so I opened me card from a couple of workmates (Hooray!) then decided to make the trip to Spiders to start celebrating early. Which I did. I work it out as one of the most fun beginnings to a birthday yet, as I managed to shoehorn myself into an impromptu date. Yey!
Ahem, anyway... Next day..
Saturday, the birthday itself. I was supposed to be going for an ale or two with Julie from work, but she had to cancel, but no worries as I slept most of the afternoon to conserve strength. First to turn up at my gaff was Arron, who beat me on Worms 3D whilst we waited for Jonboy, then Reg and his missus. We made it to the first pub by 8, where we found Caroline and her bloke (and friend), and teo-thirds of the Opera already waiting. Much beer and revelry later, and the appearance of Zoe and Wayne, we hopped to Durty Nellies. Where Mayhem and Sorry pressed upon me an assortment of greetings cards (14 in total!) and a funky shirt that I drunkenly promised to wear forever. Well I'm wearing it now, so that counts.
A jump to the next pub, Sailmakers, then a drunken lurch to Spiders for extra beer, and to catch up with all those who couldn't make it out earlier. My memory of Spiders isn't complete, as I had neglected to actually eat anything that day..
Ah well, a taxi homewards and a 25-hour meditation-like vigil to celebrate each of my years. Actually, it was more like 25 hours in a dark room, cradling my head and going 'Shhh..' Still, worth the pain..
So that was that. I meant to write this up yesterday, but my hair was aching too much.
So kudos and w00t to all them as either turned up on the crawl, or to Spiders, or sent me some kind of greeting or whatever. The rest of you are poo. Gah!
-Love Monsty.
I suppose I count the beginning on Friday evening. Just before work I got a most upsetting happy birthday email. Grr. Well-spoiled there. Anyone got a shovel so I can bury the memory of the memory of.. (/reddwarf).
Anyway, went to work and things got better, a decent if slightly odd night. Finished at midnight so I opened me card from a couple of workmates (Hooray!) then decided to make the trip to Spiders to start celebrating early. Which I did. I work it out as one of the most fun beginnings to a birthday yet, as I managed to shoehorn myself into an impromptu date. Yey!
Ahem, anyway... Next day..
Saturday, the birthday itself. I was supposed to be going for an ale or two with Julie from work, but she had to cancel, but no worries as I slept most of the afternoon to conserve strength. First to turn up at my gaff was Arron, who beat me on Worms 3D whilst we waited for Jonboy, then Reg and his missus. We made it to the first pub by 8, where we found Caroline and her bloke (and friend), and teo-thirds of the Opera already waiting. Much beer and revelry later, and the appearance of Zoe and Wayne, we hopped to Durty Nellies. Where Mayhem and Sorry pressed upon me an assortment of greetings cards (14 in total!) and a funky shirt that I drunkenly promised to wear forever. Well I'm wearing it now, so that counts.
A jump to the next pub, Sailmakers, then a drunken lurch to Spiders for extra beer, and to catch up with all those who couldn't make it out earlier. My memory of Spiders isn't complete, as I had neglected to actually eat anything that day..
Ah well, a taxi homewards and a 25-hour meditation-like vigil to celebrate each of my years. Actually, it was more like 25 hours in a dark room, cradling my head and going 'Shhh..' Still, worth the pain..
So that was that. I meant to write this up yesterday, but my hair was aching too much.
So kudos and w00t to all them as either turned up on the crawl, or to Spiders, or sent me some kind of greeting or whatever. The rest of you are poo. Gah!
-Love Monsty.