So in six weeks time it’s my birthday and I’m stuck for ideas of how to see my early twenties out with a bang. Jo informs me she cried for two weeks before her twenty fifth (come on, I don’t have time to do that!!!) although I did phone my mum on the morning of my twenty second birthday in tears as I thought I had a wrinkle. She laughed and said “I’ve past fifty, how do you think I feel?!” which didn’t help my silent sobbing.
As Little Bean says, I’m nothing if not a drama queen. It transpired the ‘wrinkle’ was an indented line where I had slept funny on the seam of a pillow case (hark at me, I’m the modern day princess and the pea!!) this was, frankly, obvious, as I still get ID’d when purchasing lottery tickets (you’ve gotta be in it to win it!!!), therefore being deemed under sixteen, so a wrinkle emerging for my twenty second was a little absurd.
Didn’t help my mood when I opened the card from my dad that said “what wrinkles??” and showed the dog below….
Cheers guys! So three years on and I actually feel younger than I did then, and am not outwardly worrying about wrinkles and crinkles. I have more important things to do. Like planning a party!
Suggestions have been interesting.
- Moulin rouge? – It’s not a goer, I don’t really want to be dressed up like a tie dyed turkey, I want to have fun!
- S+M or M+S – Ben was responsible for this one. Ever helpful. I think the idea was that you either came in a bondage outfit or a cardi from Marks and Spencers. His other offerings were 3 or 30 party “everyone either has to wear three items or thirty. A shoe counts as one item” or emergency services party. I don’t think he should give up his day job and become a party planner somehow!
- Masks. Whether it be bear noses, mouse ears or full blown masquerade ball face covers, this is my favourite.
In all honesty, I think I will just stick to a drink in the pub 🙂
“The old believe everything; the middle aged suspect everything: the young know everything.” Oscar Wilde