Mirchi

charl's 21st.

the first party of the year, for me, is always thrown by charl. being a january baby has left our missus with little to top.. except for last year's birthday and this year was no exception. dinner was held at a rather swanky 'mirchi north indian restaurant' at the esplanade.

in the midst of heart-thumping live music and cosy but elegant settings, we sent our digestive tracts on a real ride with lamb curries, chicken tandooris, butter chickens and an extremely pleasing basket of garlic, butter and fruit naans.

i am really getting old. i got charl voodoo doll keychains as they reminded me of her fascination with tim burton's oyster boy stories and a vintage looking necklace that i thought only she could pull off. well, let just say amongst her other gifts, there was a pink rubbery thing that resembled a bunny that didn't serve any purpose until batteries were inserted.arh, for the 21st birthday.. almost customary as hiring a stripper for your hen party. after dinner the rest headed over to Ministry Of Sound but my stamina was just not up to it and i still had packing to do..

i think people make too much a big thing out of the 21st birthday.. hotel parties .. club societal events.. magic shows they aren't really my cuppa camomile tea.

in the first place, why are 21st birthdays so significant? why not 22? or 20?