Ela's birthday review
Had an absolute cracker for Ela’s birthday last weekend. It was her 30th and we celebrated in style. Originally we wanted to go to a bar that a friend of ours was DJing at but they wanted 400 euros to rope an area off for us, and we thought that was a bit over the top, so we took the plunge and had a party at home. Anyone who has lived in an apartment will understand what a risky business this is what with neighbours and space limitations.
Anyway we didn’t have to worry about anything, it was great. We had about 25 people including a few out of town celebrities (Ela’s bro and his girlfriend trekked 700km, while a few Hannoverites also made the journey, heads up to Nodeachen, he drove from Hannover in the early evening and returned in the wee hours of the morning, a round trip of about 600km!!)
Was a very eclectic mix of people, representing the various aspects of Ela’s life. Most of these people had never met each other before so it was a bit awkward at first but as to be expected after a few drinks they all loosened up and it was on. Hosting a party is always hard yakka as you try to talk to everyone and end up not really talking properly with anyone! In true German party tradition we played games, I was first up with Charades! At 12 then it was officially Ela’s birthday and everyone sang Happy Birthday and then I came in with the cake with 30 candles. After she cut the cake I had another tradition to perform, I had to pick her up in her chair and put her down 30 times. Don’t ask me I don’t understand either and no one really gave me an adequate explanation.
Then it was pressie time and wow did she do well, I can only dream about a) getting so many pressies and b) such top quality pressies! Mine was of course the last one to be opened and I did good son. I gave her an MP3 player which was pretty much what she wanted and it comes with all the bangs and whistles an MP3 can offer these days so I was fully in the good books, brownie points I’m sure to need at some point in the future!
The last people struggled out about 4 and we were am arsch (on arse) as they say here to mean totally bloody stuffed and maybe just a little bit drunk. My diet had suffered another major setback but fuck it, accorinding tomy poll fat blokes rule anyway!
