Dat Birthday

Had a birthday party last night- not being a teenager isn't so bad after all. I hope it means I leave all my teenage angst and melancholy behind, and start doing the "real" stuff in life. I mean, who doesn't want to work from 9-6 every day so they can lose 40% of their income as tax, and then manage the rest around rent, bills and every other fucking thing that costs money in life. Yeah I'd totally love to work all day all night and retire when I'm 75 when I'm too old to spend my meagre savings on anything substantial. Goddamn.

I think I already mentioned when I turned 18 that it just feels like another one of those days, and you don't magically grow older or become mature. Disappointing, yeah, but growing up kind of sucks anyway. When you gain the ability to think and ponder a variety of subjects, you also open up your mind to be plagued by everything you learn.

Let's talk about happier things- my party. I actually picked a terrible date- the weather was absolute balls, it was about 2 degrees outside, but luckily the rain had subsided by the time we were supposed to gather. I made a booking at a restaurant a few days ago, and everything seemed to be going smoothly, until last night. I arrived at the restaurant 20 minutes early, trying to be ahead of my guests, and then it turned out to be closed. Lights off and everything- closed. I stare at the door awkwardly, confirming with the opening times on the door that yes, it was meant to be open, but no, it in fact wasn't open. I quick browse around surrounding shops and I noticed some broken glass and smashed windows- so I assume the shops around got broken into- or something. But the restaurant itself seemed fine and was just- closed. I kind of internally freaked out with the most stoic expression I could muster- then I pretty much walk into an adjacent restaurant and ask if they have enough room for 10+ people. Luckily they did, because of the shit-house weather, but that was probably damage control at its finest. Naturally my friends made some complaints, but that's okay because they're whiney as hell anyway.

Afterwards we went to karaoke for about 3 hours. While it may seem like an excessively long time- but it totally doesn't feel that way when you have 10+ people in the room trying yell over each other. For once in my life I decided to be more considerate of my white friends, and didn't line up 20 Jay Chou songs in a row. I don't know about others- but I had quite a bit of fun.

So yeah, even if birthdays don't really mean that much any more- getting together with friends is the best feeling in the world.