| Hot damn, I just got home a few hours ago, what a f*cking trip that was. For those who don't know, I left on the 29th for an 8-day camping trip to the beautiful Hornby Island, with 7 of my best friends. The whole thing was unreal, the beaches were amazing, and the people there were so awesome. There were huge parties on the beach every night, everyone just chilling and jamming and drinking.
My birthday was one of the best nights of my life, I must have had Happy Birthday sang to me about 15 times, by around 120 different people. Me and my buddy had our guitars and we serenaded a group of forty middle-aged moms and dads (alongside children) with Knockin' On Heaven's Door around a campfire. I (coming off a recent break-up) met the coolest/hottest chick ever too, and we went swimming in the ocean at like 1 AM (so not my actual birthday anymore), among other activities. Once I walked her home I went back to the beach and just partied and played and sang until I could barely stand anymore, finally passing out in my tent.
That was my birthday. Rone buddy, hope you had a good one too, and thanks for the post Miakal. |