Dirty Thirty!

I turned 30 and have lived to tell about it. I’m not exactly sure what I expected to happen, but the world didn’t end. My KISA decided to throw me a surprise birthday party. One thing to know about me is that growing up my parents had to hide my Christmas gifts because if they were in the house I would not only find them, but I would remove the tape, unwrap them to see what I got, and then wrap it back up. And this was maybe when I was eight. (I had a calling to be a PI very young in life.) For him to pull off a surprise birthday party is quite a feat. He diligently planned the party, ordered a table and chairs for the rooftop, hung Christmas lights around the railing, got a keg and food, and also some glow sticks, necklaces, and balloons.

My boss had offered for me to work from home on my birthday, so I took it, not knowing we’d be hosting a party that evening (thank goodness I’d done the laundry and put some of my things away). I was working away when around lunchtime a lady buzzed up to the apartment and had such a strong accent that I couldn’t understand what she was saying, just that she kept referencing my KISA’s name. Me, hoping maybe he’d gotten flowers delivered to the apartment, ran downstairs to figure out what she was saying and if she had a beautiful bouquet of flowers for me. Instead she had a piece of paper. I finally understood that she was trying to deliver a table and chairs for my KISA and wanted to know where to put them. Confused, I gave her his cell phone number and ran back upstairs. Of course I texted him right away, fishing to figure out what was going on. I asked if we were expecting company and at first he played dumb. He admitted that he was throwing me a birthday party on the roof and asked if I could let the lady in to set up on the roof. Of course I was giddy about the prospect of having a party, but he was really upset that they decided to deliver things five hours early and ruined the surprise.

The night was really fabulous! It got cold on the roof, so after a couple hours we took the party back down to our apartment. We had a bunch of our friends come over as well as some of his new work friends he’d invited. All in all, I have to say that I’m really impressed that he almost surprised me.

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“Live in the sunshine, swim the sea, drink the wild air…” - Ralph Waldo Emerson

Posted on May 15, 2013, in Life in 'Frisco. Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.

  1. Sounds awesome – Im so happy for you! Im glad you had a great bday ans such a wonderfuk bf!

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