Everyone who tells you that “Being 40 is great, and really the best age” ought to have their pants pulled down and be spanked. I want nothing but to skip it and jump directly to 50.Day 1...
I woke up at a parking lot outside Nürnberg, Germany. The rest of my big b-day I spent by getting a speeding ticket on Autobahn, McDonalds meals, getting stuck in a traffic jam and missing the ferry to Sweden.Day 2...
Not that bad. A 05:25 am wake up call, then only an asthma attack.Day 3...
Forgot my wallet when leaving for Paris to watch my horse race. Got to Paris and realized when trying to rent a car that I also had forgot passport, ID and driver’s license. (How I got through airport security is still a mystery) No refund on the booked car. The sad subway sight of me and my borrowed pink weekend-bag wasn’t very welcomed by the suburban gangs of Paris.
As an extra spice in the rain, the last leg bus driver didn’t bother to stop at my stop. When I finally got there my horse was injured and had been scratched from the race.
Day 4...
Finished a whole asthma-medicine inhaler. Snored, sneezed and blew my nose into an open flesh-wound caused by an unhealthy consuming of Kleenex . Then a horse named Tiffy crushed my right big toe.
Day 5...
Asthma went on, but no medicine. A colleague called me fat, and all of a sudden I started to worry about how to get through three security checks at the Airport next day without documents…Day 6...
Couldn’t check in to my return flight due to no passport or ID. The Swedish Consulate was closed, so no temporary passport available. Was just about to fly a friend to France with returning flights (needed to be back to catch my US flight in time) with my stuff when I found it all… in my bag. So I finally got on the flight to Copenhagen and then had a 9hrs drive to park the car at my sister’s while my absence.Day 7...
Train to Stockholm with too many heavy bags and five bottles of a homemade Balkan booze called Slivovitz. I was charged the double price of a ticket since I followed my dear mother’s advice that it’s “cheaper” to by it on board. When in Stockholm I couldn’t get a cab due to rain, so I, bags and booze took the overly crowded subway – for two stations. Then there was a fire in the tunnel and traffic shut down.Today week two of being forty has just started. I’m currently on the flight to Los Angeles and believe it or not; it hasn’t crashed...
... yet.
// T.
2 kommentarer:
OMFG. If you are not making this up (and I know you lack the imagination to do so), I am glad I am turning 50 on Monday and have missed out on all your 40-fun! Good luck in the next 51 weeks.
Look at it this way: there's a lot of people who would have been severely disappointed if you had had just an ordinary birthday. Extraordinary days for extraordinary people. That's how it should be. Hug/hug.
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