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