I went and got a DVD for Joe's birthday today.
I was asked for ID.
Again.
I can just tell this is going to become a recurring event in my adult life, I just know it; I'll end up like Mum, who went to a bar when she was 26 and the barman refused to get her a beer.
How much are Petite clothes, anyway?
Anyway, as I mentioned, tomorrow is Joe's 17th birthday and, you guessed it, a monumental piss-up has already been planned for tonight, down at the Scout Hut. Joe asked me if I wanted to come along, which is quite nice of him really, but why on earth would I want to? From what I can tell, the whole thing just seems to be a massive throng of seventeen year olds getting blind drunk, and listening to the music that they'll be playing on the sound system.
That's it.
Now I'm all for having a celebration, but that sounds so boring. When I have birthday parties I like doing things. This just seems to be people *hanging around* for hours.
And I don't know any of his friends anyway. They're just those random guys who I see hanging around the house from time to time. Once I came home from school and found about six of them huddled together smoking in the garden.
But still, it's always amusing to see Joe drunk; he becomes friendly and nice and amiable, which is quite something.
*sigh*...bored, bored, bordey bored...Tash is in Wales, Diana and Kat are revising Die-Hard for Latin, but we have said we're all going to see The Da Vinci Code on Friday. I'm half-wishing we couldn't now; everyone says it's a crap film.
Ho hum. Had better skadoodle now. Joe is roping me in to fix the sound system for the "party". God knows why; last time I tried to work his Hi-Fi I got my feet tangled in the various leads and tripped over.
Enjoy Doctor Who!
P.S. I know I ought to, but I DO NOT like David Tennant with a quiff. I really don't.
I was asked for ID.
Again.
I can just tell this is going to become a recurring event in my adult life, I just know it; I'll end up like Mum, who went to a bar when she was 26 and the barman refused to get her a beer.
How much are Petite clothes, anyway?
Anyway, as I mentioned, tomorrow is Joe's 17th birthday and, you guessed it, a monumental piss-up has already been planned for tonight, down at the Scout Hut. Joe asked me if I wanted to come along, which is quite nice of him really, but why on earth would I want to? From what I can tell, the whole thing just seems to be a massive throng of seventeen year olds getting blind drunk, and listening to the music that they'll be playing on the sound system.
That's it.
Now I'm all for having a celebration, but that sounds so boring. When I have birthday parties I like doing things. This just seems to be people *hanging around* for hours.
And I don't know any of his friends anyway. They're just those random guys who I see hanging around the house from time to time. Once I came home from school and found about six of them huddled together smoking in the garden.
But still, it's always amusing to see Joe drunk; he becomes friendly and nice and amiable, which is quite something.
*sigh*...bored, bored, bordey bored...Tash is in Wales, Diana and Kat are revising Die-Hard for Latin, but we have said we're all going to see The Da Vinci Code on Friday. I'm half-wishing we couldn't now; everyone says it's a crap film.
Ho hum. Had better skadoodle now. Joe is roping me in to fix the sound system for the "party". God knows why; last time I tried to work his Hi-Fi I got my feet tangled in the various leads and tripped over.
Enjoy Doctor Who!
P.S. I know I ought to, but I DO NOT like David Tennant with a quiff. I really don't.
posted by Rosby at
9:40 AM
2 Comments:
Were those fireworks anything to do with Joe? Looked like they came from the Scout Hut. They were quite good - kept me amused for ten minutes watching from the window!
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Anonymous, at 2:57 AM
My uncle carried his birth certificate around with him until he was about thirty so that he'd get served in pubs...
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Anonymous, at 2:18 PM
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