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Let me make this quite clear

Despite my on-off insanity and the writing and other shite I am doing, today is still Bastard's Day. For those of you joining us late, it was my attempt at a distributed birthday piss-up while on semi-hiatus from Germany a couple of years ago.

Yup, as both etherlad and amokk noted, it's my birthday. 23 years young. Am I old enough to be a crotchety bastard yet? I don't care.

One thing I don't want any of you to forget is Bastard's Day. That's right, if Guy Fawkes gets all us Brits a day off, I should get everyone a day off. Hence, Bastard's Day. It's a simple enough holiday to celebrate. During the day you do as little as possible, save using it as an excuse to get out of doing things you don't want to do ("But I can't marry you, Jim. It's Bastard's Day!"). Then, on the night, you go out and get absolutely, roaringly shit-faced. Your reason? You're my distributed piss-up. If I can't gather the people I want to spend the day with to me that we can go drinking, we simply all go drinking on the same day. The only rule is that you must drink at least one double vodka, as that is what you are drinking for me by proxy.

So yeah. Birthdays past 21 are shite. All I got were cards and cold coffee. Shit happens, I guess.


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May. 17th, 2004 02:21 pm (UTC)
Happy birthday!!!!!
May. 17th, 2004 02:32 pm (UTC)
Wow, I remember the halycon days of my youth when I was 23. Back when Clinton was president, I could date teenagers and not feel completely dirty, and I booze was my friend.

Ah, those were the days.

Enjoy it.
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May. 18th, 2004 06:56 am (UTC)
I think the motto here is the world gets more fucked up as you get older.

Oh, and for the text:

I wasn't drugged up, logo clad or prematurely aged.

I was a cynical bastard the day I left the womb
May. 17th, 2004 04:20 pm (UTC)
happy birthday mon
May. 17th, 2004 09:16 pm (UTC)
"But I can't marry you, Jim. It's Bastard's Day!"




This is actually one of my favorite holidays. But like all holidays, including my own birthday, I usually forget that it's coming until a post like this pops up and I stop in to remind you that I'm glad that you've lived another year as part of my life.

To the Lord Bastard, then!

*Raises a cup of tea in salute.*

What?! I gotta work tomorrow. No vodka for me. :-|
May. 17th, 2004 10:34 pm (UTC)
Happy Bastard's Day, man.

And personally, I consider 23 to be the first bullshit birthday. At least 22 is a multiple of 11. The number 23 doesn't mean jack, however.
May. 18th, 2004 06:57 am (UTC)

23 is the scared number!

May. 18th, 2004 11:33 am (UTC)
The sacred fnord number of the scared Fresian Chao.
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