My inspiration for this post came from my dear, longtime blogging friend, Debbie @ Musings by an ND Domer's Mom, who is not only a gifted...
God help anyone who ever decides to throw a surprise party for me!I can’t stand surprise parties, because they freak the living hell out of me.
eeeewww!!!
The thought of walking into a room filled with 20 people all hiding in closets and behind furniture; getting ready to jump out at me, wearing stupid-ass party hats and screaming SURPRISE!!!…makes me want to run away and vomit.
For some sick and psychological Sigmund Freud reason…I get very embarrassed and shy.
And anyone who has ever tried to throw a surprise party for me, I’ve ruined it.
YES… Ruined it!!
One of the things that I now tell my closest friends, is that if they should ever decide to throw a party for me (for whatever reason) DO NOT, I repeat…DO NOT make it a surprise or I will make the experience miserable for them.
(I’m evil…and I don’t care)
I would much rather they just tell me about the party, so I can walk in like a normal human being and they can just shower me with all the fabulous gifts.
But, NO…SURPRISES!
Anyway…many, many years ago, when I was moving from Florida to New York City to pursue a famous acting career, my friends decided to surprise me with a going-away party.
Well, let me tell you…THEY were the ones who got the surprise!
I tortured one of my friends to death, until she told me the truth about the party, but she made me swear on a stack of bibles to never tell on her.
(I swore…but knew that I was telling her a bold-face lie and would someday burn in hell)
So…on the eve of the party, when it was planned that I would meet another friend at her house, and we would then go out to a night club for some retched pina colada’s…I devised a scheme.
I arrived on time, however, when I got out of my car (and I knew that they were all inside getting ready to hide) I proceeded to walk around to the back of the house and enter through the sliding glass doors.
I crept slowly and ever-so-quietly through the den, and then made my way to the living room, where I knew they all were.
And on the silent count of three…I jumped into the room and screamed, “SURPRISE!!!!”
(I told you I was evil)
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