Getting closer to it, I know the annual event is going to be changed. Slightly different. Surely it can’t resemble the silliness of the past events.
There will be New friends. New settings. New ages.
Maturity has started to set in. My cheeks have dropped. I have lines. I look disparagingly on youthful bliss and silly frivolity.
None of that here! This year!
And it rarely disappoints in being almost the exact same.
Pop a pint of Guinness & colour me St Paddy Green.
Fokken Irish. Why’d they put their Saint’s Day on my birthday! There could’ve been some consultation on this!
Fokken green leprechauns. Green hats, green beer, green tunes from green accordions. Free green booze if you’re wearing green. Oooo. Pick me! Pick me!
5 people and a card game in a corner of an Irish pub as the sun starts to set. Nothing like putting back a loaf of bread (Pint of Guinness) in 5 seconds as punishment for choosing the red card. Dodging door taxes and losing sunglasses to “the greater cause”. Skirt the cops & charm the bouncers. “Ma’am, please can you move away from the mens’ porter toilets” “Not till I manage to sneak my mates through this here hole in the fence sir”. Moving 20 folk up a block to where the bar counter is more accessible & the music is sung by someone who’ll break into “Happy Birthday” karaoke on demand. Finding myself jumping around to The Killers, grinning like a bogan on downed rum…oh. Wait. And then having a coupla free pints with a last man standing. Finding out my new drinking buddy is actually the owner and he’s had to endure a 29th time of hearing its my ooooooold birthday. Friends slapping friends of friends cause of all the bum grabbing. My father on the other side of the phone for a birthday chat, 2pm pristine work office day on his side, midnight pavement stumbling my time. And a 3 course curry meal at 2am while discussing the intricacies of some earth-changing issues from my couch.
Happy Birthday to me for last week!