15th June - Birthday Week
Surely I'm not the only one who does this? My birthday is coming up later this week, and hence I've christened every day so far as my 'birthday week', an excessive and unnecessary excuse to indulge in just about all forms of decadence. Don't fancy hoovering? That's fine, pop your feet up chap, this is my 'birthday week' after al! Chinese for dinner on a Tuesday night? Go on then fella. This is your birthday week, treat yourself! To be honest, I'm not even the worst example of humanity when it comes to this sort of thing. I once knew a girl who celebrated her 'Birthday month'.
She was a good friend of mine, particularly around my 'London years', and as soon as the 1st of her birth month would hit, that's it, she was off to nail salons, hairdressers, spa breaks, and nightclubs, every day of the month was filled with various activities to boost her serotonin levels. Extra? Absolutely. But I partially respected it too, knowing your own self worth is the first key to happiness and affording yourself a whole month of luxury is definitely elevating that self-worth level to the max.
In all honesty, I'm already running out of ideas on how to spend my 'birthday week', being lazy is hard work! I'm not used to it. I didn't bother going for my daily walk yesterday, and I'm already a bit bored. Alas, I won't have to worry about boredom this weekend as I'm flying to Budapest for a cheeky weekender, where I'm absolutely pumped off my tits to be attending the infamous 'Sparty' (see below). Until then, I guess I'll make do with living in my most purple stage of infantile fun. Perhaps I'll grab a haircut, or go see that appalling new Jurassic World movie at the Cinema. Maybe I'll have KFC for breakfast, or queue up outside Spoons with all the smelly old alchies for a pint of Madri as soon as the pubs open their morning doors. I'm a mad-man, I'm a lunatic, I'm out of control. But who can blame me? After all...
... This is my 'birthday week'!


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