So last night was John's surprise birthday party!

I didn't mention it in here, because, though John hasn't read this journal more than twice in the 2 years it's been around, and I'm pretty certain that he has forgotten it's existence, it would be just my luck for him to remember and check it out on the day I'm talking about planning his SURPRISE BIRTHDAY PARTY!

So a couple of weeks ago, Mindia, John's roommate, called me at work and told me that he wanted to give a surprise 30th birthday party for John, and could I help out by inviting his friends from work, as Mindia didn't have any idea who John's friends were but for me! I was happy to be a co-conspirator, and I printed out a flyer and surreptitiously passed it around.

I got there in the afternoon to help set up and keep Mindia from panicking. He cooked potato salad and barbecued chicken and I cut up fruit and arranged things on trays. It's really funny, I've been out of catering for years and years, but as I placed things symmetrically on plates and wiped the inside of bowls (so that whatever was in the bowl wasn't splashed on the sides--it just looks neater that way) I realized that you could leave the catering business, but the catering business would never leave you.

Profound, eh?

Anyway, it was Sharon's job to keep John out of the house all day.

This is not the Sharon from Love Creek, by the way, but a different Sharon. Anyway, so they decided to go out on Saturday and he said "Let's have lunch at my place", but Sharon said "No! You have to take me shopping!!" and John was like "You're such a bitch!", but he acquiesced and they were gone until 8p.

At 7p he called and said that he was on his way home, but he was way downtown at the Seaport, so we figured that it would take him about an hour to get home, and Sharon would fake breaking her ankle if necessary. We sure hoped that some guests would arrive before they got back, though!

Fortunately, people started arriving, and there were a goodly number of them there to yell "Surprise"! And John was gratifyingly surprised, so that was good. The funny bit was when he was telling us that it was amazing how it worked out that way, because he had decided to come home at 8p! We explained to him that he just thought it was his idea, because two weeks ago Mindia and I decided that he would come home at 8p!

All in all, a stunning success.

Okay, I spoke too soon about Nik yesterday. I am, however, the stupidest person alive and am completely incapable of picking up a fucking clue even while being bashed over the head with it! I'll tell the story later today, when Cynthia gets done kicking me for being a dolt. If you wanna read it, send a blank e-mail here.

To quote Michael Rawdon's sig file:

"You couldn't get a clue during the clue mating season in a field full of horny clues if you smeared your body with clue musk and did the clue mating dance!"

One year ago today:
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