This weekend, my bff Rachel came down to visit for my birthday. Friday night, she wanted to know what time we were getting up, showering, and leaving the house to go shopping on Saturday. I would usually find her scheduling and planning extremely odd, but I understood that it was her job to get me out of the house for my surprise party.
Sure enough, around 2:20 PM on Saturday, I returned home to find the house extremely quiet. Tom suggested we go out on the back deck and… there were my friends and family. I smiled and waved, and then…
Daddy: Are you surprised?
The crowd was amused by this but some (including Tom) thought that I should have pretended to be surprised. I didn’t know.
Mommy: So why did you keep us waiting?
Me: I was shopping!
Surprise or not, it was an awesome party. Some friends even made the long trek out from the city to Long Island. My husband and family had gotten catering from my favorite Greek restaurant. And, most importantly, it’s not a Jill-joint without flip cup.
There were a couple surprises though, including the first thing I saw when I walked outside:
The chair is from my husband. Have I mentioned that I like him lately? And yes, that is a 30 button. My time has come. And yes, I wore it the whole time.
My family also got me a slate (production clacker thing like this one) because I think they thought it was weird that we just clapped our hands during production of Bocce Ballers. But yeah, we’re serious now.
Technically, I have two days left in my 20s.