I was in the south of France for my 21st, working at a kids' holiday camp. The last thing I can remember is being shoved under the stream of foam (there was a outdoor foam party in the local town square), getting lost, and not being able to find anyone I knew (or who spoke english, but that didn't bother me, cause speak french fluently... when sober, anyway!)
Apparently I walked home (really?!) with some of the others, and was apparently saying how nice the horses in a field looked, and how I'd always wanted one when I was little.
Next morning I'm woken up by the Centre Manager who says 1, he knows I'm on day off, 2, he knows that I'm probably feeling a little 'delicate' and 3, he knows I couldn't have had anything to do with 'it' because I was carried back onto centre and put to bed at 4am. But I HAD to come see:
So I got up, staggered out to the Coach Park, and there's a Shire horse with a dodgily-made sign around it's neck saying 'Happy 21st [MY NAME]!!!'
So a good night was apparently had by all! Funniest part was, the guys who stole the horse for me couldn't remember where it was from....!