Birthday Boy

On a scale of 1 to 10, I would rate my birthday at a very average 6. Of course, it only comes around once a year, so it is always a good day, but there was something missing from this birthday that ultimately made the whole experience a rather quiet one.

Well, I say quiet, the day time went by with little incident. I woke up after a "lie in" at 10am, (I know, right? A lie in until 10am... That isn't a typo!), and proceeded to open a few cards from family and a fantastic looking card from Ridgway. I'm not one for bothering about friends sending cards, as I don't send them one. I even have an agreement with Kettle to just, "not bother"! Myself and Mother Mitten then ran to catch the bus to town to catch a sneaky bit of lunch before she had to endure a short stint at work. The bacon panini I had resembled a rubber dinghy, but none the less, enjoyable. We then went to buy my birthday presents which involved new pads and a new pair of spikes that got their first run out today, on a pitch that was closer to a farmyard than a cricket pitch, (we won!). None the less, I travelled home via bus, (given that the Mitmobile was still in car hospital), and witnessed a full blown domestic by Bay 4. Fantastic viewing.

The hours of 1pm until 5pm went by in slow-motion as I sat in my room being a lazy slob. I only got up to walk round the shops to buy a large bar of Caramel, and got badgered by some 16 year old to buy him a pack of 10 Mayfair. Safe to say I didn't, and at 5pm, Kettle joined me in a walk to collect the newly-repaired Mitmobile. Blood, sweat and tears were used on this epic journey, but the drive home was as smooth as the Jack Daniels I had in the evening.

At 6pm, myself and the Parents Mitten went out for a posh dinner at the Kings Arms in Cardington where I feasted on whitebait and steak washed down with a huge portion of tiramisu, but you don't want to hear about that. You came on here to find out what happened when alcohol takes over, yes?

Well. The original plan, the karaoke, went tits up as half the crowd bailed, leaving a simple 5 to wonder where to go. Luckily, (sort of), there was a house party happening at some place so we made our way there with the intention of sticking around for a couple of hours before going to town. Upon getting there, we found a house full of underages, smashed out of their brains, and we were only there for half an hour before we were getting kicked out. People had gone too far apparently, and me, being slightly tipsy, looked in the neighbours window, and was greeted by a crack addict who hit me in the face with a shoe. Lovely. I wasn't really so bothered, and despite wanting to headbutt this guy to Kenya, I resisted and walked away and we walked to town, with a bottle of vodka and a few cans of Foster's in toe. Good call!

Things got better as we reached familiar territory. However, first we went to find Burkitt, and located him in The Ship, but he seemed to want to spend time with his new friends, so forgot about him. I was a bit annoyed that only 4 people could be bothered to make an effort. I can understand if people have exams to revise for, but if you're in Bedford, you should at least try...

After this, we went to Mitten Tree, (haha), where I was greeted by a lot of my now, ex, football team-mates who bought me a few drinks, including 'The Nasty One'! We then moved on to Elements, which was dead, so went to Saints for a bit, before I genuinely just got a bit bored. I'm not really sure why, but a few texts I had received seem to annoy me for some reason or another, and I just wanted to go home, so I did. I use the excuse, "I'm too old for this!" now...

So yeah, a good day followed by a night full of incident, as ever, but more negative than positive. I can't complain about the day as a whole though, and now I look forward to the next one, which will be the big 2-1, on a Saturday night, in Brighton. Big? I should hope so to!