21st birthday party chaos

By Ken Oxley on Apr 15, 09 11:32 AM

IT was the eldest son's 21st birthday on Tuesday, which came as a bit of a shock.

It seems like only yesterday that he was crawling around on all fours, getting his clothes into a state and throwing up everywhere.

Wait a minute . . . it was only yesterday.

I'd like to tell you that Sam celebrated his 21st in style.

But that would only be true if it were deemed stylish to be turfed out of a pub by a bouncer for lacking the capacity to stand upright, or be sick as a dog from the window of a moving taxi.

Sam's university pals drove the 200-plus miles from Cardiff to Newcastle to celebrate his big day, so he was determined to "get wasted".

In an effort to get him in the party mood I made the usual noises about staying within reasonable limits and issued dire warnings about young people dying of alcohol poisoning or falling over and breaking their skulls open.

But there's only so much you can tell them when they're officially "adult".

His pals, true to their word, delivered him home in one piece at 4am. The perfect time for pizza and oven chips, apparently.

My wife and I didn't get much sleep that night. But at least we had work to look forward to the next day where we could enjoy a break from all the fetching and carrying and general tidying up.

But there was more chaos to come. Worried that Sam would miss his flight home, my wife took an extra long lunch break to drive him to the airport.

First he forgot his mobile phone. He dashed back into the house to retrieve it. Then he realised he'd left his flight ticket in his bedroom. They returned to the house a second time.

By now, my wife Ann was getting worried about Sam missing the plane. But there was never any real danger of that, as it turned out.

Half way to the airport Sam's vision came into focus for the first time in 12 hours and he noticed the date on his ticket . . . he wasn't flying until the following day!

Do they ever actually grow up?

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