being nine months pregnant would limit any sort of celebration. And after a tough year, I didn’t expect nor want a lot of fanfare.
I felt frazzled about the boys getting fed and ready for school the next day. I felt silly with my ginormous belly and frumpy clothes. I felt blindsided because I hadn’t seen anything of this proportion coming. And then when I finally peeked in the limo and saw a bunch of my friends in there, I felt terrible because it was some of their kids’ first day of school and I couldn’t believe they would come out and celebrate with me instead of their own families.
I opened the first card and read:
Happy “I’m not excited to turn 30 so I’m going to celebrate my last day in my 20s instead” party day! As you can tell by the people that will be celebrating this night with you and the mode of transportation, you are supposed to cut loose and have a fun time. And I am counting on the rest of the girls to make sure that happens.
There are a few logistical items for tonight. There will be an envelope to open after each stop and one after you read this card. Each message needs to be read out loud by someone in the group and will send you to the next phase of the evening. There will also be a card with the address for the driver.
Everything is already paid for so don’t worry about that. And don’t spend all of your time behind your camera tonight! Let other people take pictures for you.
Remember, let your hair down and go party like a 20-something year old!
Time to get this party started right with some good party props. Head off to Zurcher’s to get fully stocked. You’ll need to split up into
groups of two and get everything in five minutes. Babe, you aren’t in a group, just roam around and watch the fun. Every group has an envelope with a list of things they need to get and money to buy those
items with. Anything left over get some fun stuff for the group.
Everyone set out to obtain party hats, candles, table decorations, and fun things for all of the girls and “birthday girl” to wear.
They dressed me up in a ridiculous boa, crown, gloves, necklace and plastic bling ring.
It’s your birthday so I guess you get to eat where you most like, at least since I’m not with you, even if it isn’t a “real meal.” Just don’t get anything sweet – that’s for later. And remember, no walnuts. While a limo ride to the hospital would make for a great story, it would mess up the rest of my plans.
We broke open the non-alcoholic bubbly while en route to dinner; living it up in true fashion.
After sufficiently embarrassing ourselves at dinner and outside the restaurant, I opened the next card:
Okay, now that you have had soup and salad (both not a meal) you might as well just skip straight to dessert. The reservation is under Tanner. The only requirement is you have to light the candles and get sung to. And none of this everyone shares stuff. Everyone step up and order something.
Oh, and I want a picture.
Hope you’ve had fun tonight. I’d say it’s time to hit the clubs but there aren’t too many clubs open on a Tuesday night. But feel free to start your own dance party!
The limo is yours until 10pm. Tell the driver to go up above the capitol building for some great views of the city or wherever else you want to go. I’ll see you when you get home.
We drove up to the capitol building and recapped the night in awe of all that had gone into planning such an epic evening. I felt so blessed to be surrounded by such great friends. And imagining Troy arranging all of the details and keeping it a secret for over a month put a huge smile on my face.