So I LOVE surprises. LOVE them. This post was sparked by the fact that my friends have planned a surprise birthday for me and my friend Dan tonight! Can't wait!
All throughout college, my friends and I knew that we always would have some type of party for our birthday, but we never knew when or where. In fact, I used to (before the day of cell phones and texting and Facebook) email out to everyone the details of the "SUPRISE" parties. Yes, I spelled "SURPRISE", "SUPRISE" ALL throughout college. I planned probably, no joke oh, 30 surprise parties during college and not until my senior year did my friend Sarah say, "You know you always spell "surprise" wrong, don't you?"
I would emphasize several times that the party was a SURPRISE and to not share the details. I THINK most of the time, people actually kept the parties surprises. I had great surprise parties all throughout college. Freshman year my sister took me out for the day and when we got back, the lobby was full of my friends throwing me a party! Sophomore year, my friends woke me seranading me with "Happy Birthday" (even the guys stood outside my window and sang too) and took me out to breakfast (tradition of my Dad) in our sweatpants and bed-head and then brought me to Merritt's Country Cafe for some great food AND karaoke! Jr. Year of college, my friends raided my room and told me to dress up nice, we were going out for a fancy dinner! I believe Melissa Fishburne (Proctor) said, "Put your pants on!" in a very manly voice. So they blindfolded me and drove me all around town. We walked into a restaurant. I remember trying to listen to the music and guess where we were. . .I couldn't figure it out. . .we sat down at the table, took off the blindfold, and I saw a candlelight table in front of me. . .and then looked around and saw the soft lighting of Taco Bell! SO PERFECT! AND they gave us ALL free meals! I got another surprise party in the lobby later that night/or maybe that was Senior year-I'm getting old! Then another-Sr. Year of college, I again was kidnapped in "Air Force One" as we called me Jeep that year and again, I think blindfolded and driven around. We walked into the "restaurant" and heard some beautiful Italian music. . .we were in my apt. but it had been transformed to a fancy Italian restaurant complete with a menu for what I could order and waitresses to take my order! Unfortunately everything but pizza was either out of season, out of stock, or unavailable for some other funny reason! Finished off by a Blondie from Applebees (which my friends were so excited because they thought it was my favorite), and I awkwardly said something like "Oh I don't really like those that much!" Haha so much for gratefulness and creative friends!
Well a few weeks ago, I told my kiddos at church (who are all 3 or 4 years old) that I'd be moving to Houston soon. They very sweetly said, "Oh, we will miss you!" followed by an enthusiastic, "We've got to plan a party for you!!!" They decided that the party would be on the "first Sunday of Valentines," haha whatever that means! I was told that during their children's church later that day, all they could talk about was the party. They were even delegating out which mom would do what for the party. "Well, my mom's good at making cake, so she'll do that. Whose mom is good at decorating?" THEN, after church, one sweet girl came up to me and told me, "Your party is going to be a surprise party!" SO sweet, I look forward to whatever they have planned and will sincerly miss them each so much!
So surprise parties. For those of you who hate them-you are CRAZY. For those of you who love them. I know why. For those of you who didn't know how to spell "SURPRISE," well now you know.
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