A mate turned 21 today. This is a cause for celebration; it's usually a cause for much celebration, and many bad decisions. Today, however that was not the case. A mate turned 21 today, and rather than getting all the boys together and drinking obscene amounts of alcohol and getting ourselves properly mullered, we just met up for lunch and had a chat about college, and our plans for the summer, and after college, and all of those funny little eventualities that usually would be pushed by the wayside when celebrating a mate’s birthday.
Today, however, we didn’t go out on the piss. We didn’t drink questionable amounts of alcohol; we didn’t even burst into a drunken rendition of ‘American Pie’… a time honoured tradition on one’s birthday, we didn’t even do anything particularly foolhardy. It’s funny, really. It was just like any other day. When we’d had lunch, we all went our separate ways, and I went to training, and didn’t even think about rallying the lads for a night on the lock.
Right, that’s it, I’m getting old and boring… next thing is, I’ll have a steady job and wear a tie... well, that’s hardly fair, I do look good in a suit. Maybe it’s not all bad.
Today, however, we didn’t go out on the piss. We didn’t drink questionable amounts of alcohol; we didn’t even burst into a drunken rendition of ‘American Pie’… a time honoured tradition on one’s birthday, we didn’t even do anything particularly foolhardy. It’s funny, really. It was just like any other day. When we’d had lunch, we all went our separate ways, and I went to training, and didn’t even think about rallying the lads for a night on the lock.
Right, that’s it, I’m getting old and boring… next thing is, I’ll have a steady job and wear a tie... well, that’s hardly fair, I do look good in a suit. Maybe it’s not all bad.
