The weekend before last I received quite a surprise. This is no small feat. I am not an easy person to fool. I am incredibly static and any time there is the slightest difference in the routine I'm aware.
I knew my Husband was up to something for the past few weeks. I was growing exceedingly suspicious, and nervous, and anxious. See, my birthday was around the corner. He was planning something, but I could never quite put my finger on it.
Two things I knew, or I should say I thought I knew, were my best girl friend and her husband were coming for the weekend after my birthday and we were all going out to dinner to celebrate.
That Saturday started like most, sleeping in, sipping coffee, watching DIY network to get pumped up about remodeling, you know the usual. We made our grocery list, home depot list, and wal-mart list. What can I say, I like lists.
After tackling Home Depot and Wal-Mart we made our way back into PA and proceeded to dink around. A stop at a new quilting store I'd wanted to check out and a stop at the antique store, Marty had a chair he wanted to show me. We found a few used records and I thought we were then heading to the grocery store, after all it was getting late in the afternoon and I needed to get home to get dinner started.
One more stop he assured me. "I need to look at the menu for next weekends dinner," he said calmly.
Down the street we walked, hand in hand. We ascended the dark stairs in to the restaurant, turned the corner to the back room and proceeded down the long hall. It wasn't until we nearly entered the back room I realized what was going on.
All my closest friends and family were there patiently waiting for my arrival. Waiting to surprise me. And every one of them was dressed up like someone from the 80's! Even the kids! Madonna, Maverick from Top Gun, Claire from The Breakfast Club, Ferris Bueller twice! There was Marty McFly, Magnum PI, Prince, Cyndi Lauper, Axl Rose and his "I'm with the band" girl. It was like going back to 1985!
I can honestly say I was COMPLETELY surprised. All this time I was suspicious of the wrong weekend! He had me so mixed up. I really have to give him credit because I'm so nosy and apprehensive. I imagine it wasn't easy for him.
Marty donned his Dr. Venkman (a la Ghost Busters) costume and informed me my costume was waiting in the bathroom. About 20 minutes later I re-appeared as Jem, pink wig and all.
It was a perfect way to turn 30. Thank you Marty for the amazing party, for the wonderful cake, and the great memories I'll keep from that night! You completely and wholly outdid yourself. It was the best party I've ever had and ever been to (except for our wedding, that was a pretty kick ass party)! You are simply the most amazing, wonderful Husband a girl could ask for.