Monday, February 23, 2009

Twenty-sixteen

That's officially how old I am.

Yesterday was my birthday-
(Usually, Companion doesn't like me blogging about him, but too bad.)

Mari (my birthmom) was in town, and wanted to get together for my birthday-ironic? Hahaha...
Because of the weather, she cancelled and wanted to reschedule. I know what you're thinking, how can you reschedule my birthday? I mean, MY birthday?!? Whatever.

So dinner ended up being Companion, my sister, my cousin and his girlfriend. It was just dinner- nobody was hanging out or partying, everyone had other responsibilities to attend to. I should mention that I wasn't feeling the best- I was tired and my stomach was killing me.

As we pulled into the driveway, I noticed my sister turned in just before me.
What the heck was Sissy doing here? I thought she had to rush home?
And why is there a pick up truck in the driveway? Who's truck is that?
....
Yep. Companion threw me a surprise party- and boy, was I surprised!
I walked in to a fully decorated house, and a bunch of people in my living room.
Everybody that I am in contact with on a daily basis was in on it.
He had old friends, new friends, work friends, family friends, and friends I didn't even know.
A few friends got missed, but he did a really nice job. His biggest challenge was that I have a lot of friends (who'd of thought?), but none of them know each other. (Divide and conquer, people)
I even had a friend who took the bus from Downtown to my city, and walked a quarter mile in the snow to my house!

There was beer, food, beer, music, beer, no kids, beer, cake, and beer.
Really- what more could you ask for.

I should also mention that I've wanted a surprise party since I was 14, and never had one. There was nothing that I wanted more than that. Just a surprise party, dammit- is that too much to ask for?!? I mean, I stopped asking for a pony when I was like, eight!
So, yay! I got my party!
And despite my feeling icky, it was really awesome.
Way to go, Companion! You done good.

What? You didn't get invited???
I'm claiming innocence because obviously I didn't know-
Take it up with Companion.

So, it took twenty-sixteen years, but I had the best birthday ever!
Thank you!!!

12 comments:

Casdok said...

Happy birthday! Really lovely to read you had such a wonderful surprise.
Hope you are feeling better :)

Maddy said...

Awww, that's fantabulous. Can't say I've ever hankered for any surprises least of all a surprise party. That would be my idea of a heart attack in a handbag!

Glad you had a ball and well done companion, we don't give them much credit do we? Or certainly not enough.

Many happy returns of the day.
Cheers

Jackie said...

I totally want a surprise party. Maybe when I turn twenty-sixteen...

Mama Mara said...

Yay! Give Companion a big smooch from all your readers, who are so glad you got your birthday wish.

But, um, twenty-sixteen? Why not just say you're 5-3/4 in dog years?

Marshella said...

Happy Birthday - a little late. I'm so happy that you're so happy. Hope Companion also had clean up crew waiting to help out so you didn't have to do that. But tell Companion KUDOS from all of us.

AnnaMariaConstance said...

Tear :-(

kia (good enough mama) said...

Aw, that's awesome! I'm almost as old as you. Twenty-fifteen. I think that means I can drive next year, right? ;)

Happy birthday!

therextras said...

Wishing you sincere many happy returns also!

If that sounds formal it is because I am twenty-five-twenty-eight.

Barbara

mommy~dearest said...

Thank you all for the birthday wishes!

And for the record, Companion doesn't get public credit because he hoes not like me blogging about him. I promised I would refrain from it.

Dog years? Please. I stopped using "half years" as a kid. Besides, that takes figgerin' in the math department. ;)

Tanya @ Teenautism said...

That is so great that you had a surprise party! I've never had one and I've always wondered what it would be like. Sounds like yours was really fun!

thelittlefluffycat said...

Glad you got your party! Wait till you get to be twenty-five twenty-five, like me. . . :)

Shea's Mom said...

Happy birthday, darlin'.