Surprise, surprise
So Monsieur Defarge's surprise birthday party was this weekend, and I think he was at least mildly surprised. Not bad for my first attempt. I don't know that surprises are my thing, though. Or at least I can only handle one at a time. Cases in point:
If you want to surprise someone, let me in on that fact.
My brother-in-law flew in from Texas for the party. His parents also attended. When he arrived, he asked if I had told them he was coming, because he hadn't. Of course, I had, on numerous occasions, having completely missed out on the fact that it was a secret.
On the other hand ...
If you want to surprise someone, it may be better not to tell me.
My brother-in-law's fiancee hopped a ride with some of our other Iowan friends. She made sure to tell me that she hadn't mentioned it to him and that it was a surprise. When he arrived and my initial blunder in announcing his arrival in advance became known, I tried to make amends by assuring him that while I may have told his family he was coming, I hadn't told his fiancee. When I saw the confused look on his face I realized I had gotten that secret reversed. Then, as a crowning touch, I said "Fuck!" in front of his family, which was probably the first time they'd heard that word outside of the movies.
If you want to surprise someone, let me in on that fact.
My brother-in-law flew in from Texas for the party. His parents also attended. When he arrived, he asked if I had told them he was coming, because he hadn't. Of course, I had, on numerous occasions, having completely missed out on the fact that it was a secret.
On the other hand ...
If you want to surprise someone, it may be better not to tell me.
My brother-in-law's fiancee hopped a ride with some of our other Iowan friends. She made sure to tell me that she hadn't mentioned it to him and that it was a surprise. When he arrived and my initial blunder in announcing his arrival in advance became known, I tried to make amends by assuring him that while I may have told his family he was coming, I hadn't told his fiancee. When I saw the confused look on his face I realized I had gotten that secret reversed. Then, as a crowning touch, I said "Fuck!" in front of his family, which was probably the first time they'd heard that word outside of the movies.
posted by Madame Defarge at 4:45 PM
1 Comments:
Hey, you planned the freakin party in the first place, so I think that deserves a lot of credit. And i'm sure all of those things were still surprises, just slightly premature ones. =) Anyway, we're leaving now to get stoned with the savages. I'm actually in Sac International on Mike's laptop posting this. It's all part of the attempt to keep my mind off of flying and how sick I might become. (just kidding) 1 hour down, 12 hours to go. Woohoo! Talk soon and miss you lots!
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