Birthday of Fail
Oh man. I am so dull. So, so fucking dull.
In five weeks or so, I will be going to Chicago and celebrating my 25th birthday on Monday, 26th November. So far the plan consists of going for dinner at a seafood restaurant.
Guess what I did last year?
And the year before?
Guess what I'll probably do next year?
However, dinner doesn't take that long, does it? So, you'd plan something for after. Except:
1. I don't drink and I pretty much hate bars.
2. I don't dance.
3. I can't sing any more, so no karaoke.
4. I don't go to the theatre, I just act in them occasionally.
5. I don't want to go to the cinema.
What the fuck else can you do in a city while all dressed up for a nice meal?
In five weeks or so, I will be going to Chicago and celebrating my 25th birthday on Monday, 26th November. So far the plan consists of going for dinner at a seafood restaurant.
Guess what I did last year?
And the year before?
Guess what I'll probably do next year?
However, dinner doesn't take that long, does it? So, you'd plan something for after. Except:
1. I don't drink and I pretty much hate bars.
2. I don't dance.
3. I can't sing any more, so no karaoke.
4. I don't go to the theatre, I just act in them occasionally.
5. I don't want to go to the cinema.
What the fuck else can you do in a city while all dressed up for a nice meal?