Frankly I wanted to book a cheap and nasty hotel for the night before my birthday, check in, drink special brew and Gratrunka until the sun came up – returning home tired, sore and hungover, but most importantly leave 39, return 40 and not have anyone mention it in between.
My Wife said that was weird and depressing so I went to the pub with some friends, 8 of us I think, which is about the max number of people I can handle at once, as long as I know them very well. Had a great night, got up feeling surprising bright – jumped on my bike on a blazing hot, sunny day and rode across town to pick up my car, Hangover hit half-way, but it was still a great ride whilst I accepted that I’d reached the ‘hump’ in life and was now mortal.
My best mate rented a place with a big garden from the council, got loads of stuff in for the kids and a big BBQ and it was a lovely family day out, but he’s, well sane and likes people so it was better suited to him.