A Super Day
I stressed out all day about where Simon was taking me for my birthday dinner, and I was so relieved when we ended up in front of a local pizza joint/beer garden. When we walked in and saw a table of people celebrating Teddy's roommate's orals exam, I was too distracted at first to notice that there in the middle of the restaurant was Gayle and her boyfriend sitting at a table decorated with pointy hats and kiddie plates and party blowers and a big old chocolate cake decorated with the words "Child Genyis" and "Leah is hot" and "kittentits."
He threw me a frickin' surprise party.
Over the course of the next hour or so, another coworker showed up, then her boyfriend, then Teddy, then a former coworker, then his wife. I also got some birthday wishes from the grad students I knew at the next table over. I was shocked and amazed and tickled and embarrassed and humbled and delighted beyond measure.
My camera was buggered, so I only ended up with about a dozen pictures from the first half hour of the party, which means I have nothing to show for Wm wearing pointy hats over his mouth and nose, Teddy holding a tray loaded with champagne glasses, Simon giving an art tour of his apartment, the boys playing drums and digeridoo, and Stan being the unquestionable star of the afterparty. Between my camera and Simon's, here are a few shots we came away with.
Simon told me not to expect much, and I actually believed him this time. When he picked me up from work, he gave me my present, which turned out to be one of those awesome exercise tube things and five sessions with a personal trainer. (Be ye not offended on my behalf; we've talked many times about how exercise stuff is a great gift and doesn't imply that the gifter thinks the giftee is fat.) But then he also gave me a Looper cd and a Mates of State cd (both highly symbolic, as were the Incredibles decorations) and a Broadway cast Jesus Christ Superstar two-disc vinyl set with a pristine libretto and an original playbill and a newspaper clipping about the opening of the show. And then he went and threw me a surprise party with hats and masks and pizza and cake and twenty-seven candles and all my friends, one of whom made me a shirt that says "Editors do it between periods." I seriously didn't know what to do with myself.
So I drank some Diet Coke and champagne and took pictures that never saved to the memory card and had a very happy birthday indeed.