I took a ferry and train from London to Amsterdam on the eve of my 22nd birthday with 3 close friends. The running joke became how I wouldn’t let anyone forget that it was my birthday (i.e. don’t go to sleep stay up and party it’s my birthday, peel and feed me grapes it’s my birthday, promise me you’ll donate a kidney if I need it someday it’s my birthday). SO it was more than a little fun when we were at the end of the brewery tour (at 10 am), drinking beer with a couple hundred other tourists, and they announced that anyone who was celebrating a birthday should come to the front of the hall. They didn’t have to tell me twice! Hundreds of people sang happy birthday to me (ok, and a few others) in probably a dozen different languages, and then they gave me a ceramic beer stein that said ‘happy birthday from the heinekin brewery’ or something to that effect. I treasured my beloved stein until one day when a coworker broke it. Too bad about his unfortunate accident ; ) kidding of course, I let him live.