When to stop going to Party's?
I went to a party tonight to celebrate 60 years of being on this pile of rock we call earth. Two friends (old friends) were celebrating their 60th birthday party, (not mine I hasten to add) It was a superb evening catching up with long lost friends and memories. However the evening was dampened a tad when a guy I had lost touch with many years ago was very exited to see me and gave me a warm friendly hug and declared how extremely happy he was to see me.
Now I was a bit taken aback as we were not that close all them years ago. It was only after I questioned him I found out that he had been told some years ago that I had died!
Gives you a warm fuzzy feeling don't it?
