I have just enjoyed my 27th birthday. It was the best birthday I have had in years. For the first time since my 21st, I was actually excited in the build up to it, and rightly so as it was superb. I could go on and tell you in detail why my birthday was so good but I won’t. just know that is was superb. I mean 27 is a nothing birthday but this one was excellent.
When you are a kid, the build-up to your birthday is awesome. with about a month to go you start to get excited. People have asked you what you want for your birthday, you have given your parents the list to ask others for and you know that unless it is ridiculously expensive, you will be getting most of that list. Your parents arrange your party, you hand out all your invited to your mates. Hopefully there will be a bouncy castle and a magician. Wow this is going to be the best day ever. All those times your mum or dad have said ‘when you are older’ (everyone knows those words) are going to be redundant as you will be older. You will be able to stay up later, watch older programmes AND get loads of presents. No wonder it’s such an exciting time.
This excitement tends to stop around 13. All of a sudden it’s not such a big thing birthdays. You start to mature a bit, hair grows in weird places and it’s not that cool to have people round your house for cake and a dance contest, whilst some guy dressed funny makes a dog out of balloons. Those teenage years are so annoying. Then the excitement builds again when you are approaching your 18th. This is the first big one. You can legally drink in most places, (except those over protective dicks in the States, but they have a serious drug problem so hey ho). You can go to a pub with confidence hoping that the roided up monster on the door that always gives you jip because they can will I.D you. You can proudly produce your driving license or whatever you have confirming that you are in fact 18 and can enjoy your Bacardi breezer in the comfort of the pub rather than the park bench.
After that though there is another lull in excitement until 21. 19 and 20 are nothing birthdays. Everyone looks to you to organise something. It’s not too bad for these 2 birthdays though. You can just go to a club and everyone is happy with that, as the clubbing scene is still quite new and the novelty has not yet worn off. 21 though is a different kettle of fish. This is the big one. After this there are no more limits by age to what you can do. The chances are your parents will make a big thing about it, you may not have to arrange a night that you know is probably going to be like every other Saturday night out you have and you are in with a good chance of making some good money.
After 21 thought, that is it. No one gets excited about birthdays any more. You don’t want to get any older. I have not yet met someone that thinks ‘Yes I turn 50 in 3 weeks, cannot wait!!’ in your early 20’s you are back to trying to organise a night out with friends. As you get a bit older, and you have families and partners it turns into a dinner out with the odd surprise party thrown in here and there. Lets’ put a stop to this. It was awesome being excited for my birthday again. It was a great feeling made better by the people I shared it with. I dare you to give it a try, you never know you may like it again. That is the thought for today, tune in tomorrow for something else. Laters
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