There is absolutely nothing like being the recipient of a surprise party. When you get home from dinner with thoughts of putting on pajamas and watching a movie, only to find twenty of your favorite people throwing balloons and singing happy birthday you… it’s a special feeling. A little amazement, a little excitement, a moment to understand what’s actually happening, then a little embarrassment. “Surely you can’t all be here for me? You are? Really?” Round that off with a huge dose of love and appreciation for all the people who conspired to make it happen, and you’ve got yourself an evening of good feelings. Also, cake and champagne.
A birthday on the 23rd of December inevitably gets sucked into Christmas, which has the whole family thing going on for everyone, so it’s rare that I get to celebrate with friends. The fact that plans were made over a month ago, and everything was coordinated so perfectly… I felt so special.
I was completely oblivious to the plans, as well. I’m easy to fool, apparently: and here I thought I was an astute, sensitive, aware person.
Thank you, thank you. I love you all.