Day 8: my favourite birthday

May I just start off by saying - have worst memory in world. Barely recall last week, let along birthdays long since past.

Also, in general do not like birthdays. Significance of birthday is getting older, plain and simple.

My first age-specific memory (as in, know have got scattered memories from before this, but not sure of age at those times) is turning 5. Remember mother coming into room saying "how does it feel to be five?". My next age-specific memory is turning 26; pahahaha, that was a damn good night. So good in fact, that would not consider spilling the beans on a non-anonymous blog.
I can give you beginning and end. Then you may fill in the blanks.

Beginning: Dressed in all black metal-gear featuring lots of skulls.
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End: Jumping into cab, alone, on Oxford Street, Sydney, shouting "let's get the hell out of here, quick!" at approximately 6 am.

Turning 30 was OK as well. Had contracted an eye-infection, but was 30th birthday so had to go out. Hate wearing glasses in public (as are very strong and make me look ridiculous, even more so when suffering eye-infection). Thought best course of action for the night might be to draw attention away from face entirely - so wore something extremely low cut and revealing (which is something normally never do).
Was weird experience wearing glasses in public without anybody teasing me - also had quite a few drinks to get over myself. Cannot walk properly when wearing glasses even sober - so was a funny evening all in all.

Actually my favourite birthday is going to be turning 40. This has been decided for years. Am having massive party. Yes.

Watch out.