Uhhh…Ohhh!!! Baby brain…
This is going to take some doing to actually recall all the gory details of the “To be continued” part of the last blog. It’s been a week and WHY DIDN’T SOMEBODY RATTLE MY CAGE SOONER TO GET BLOGGING???? Hmmmmmmm? Grrrrrr! But, I’ll do my best.
So I arrived home from my shopping excursion and what happened you might ask AS SOON AS I PULLED IN THE DRIVEWAY and IT TURNED 1 P.M.???? Well no sooner did my right front tire hit the driveway and the clock hit 12 P.M. and my cell phone jingled…and guess who? Hubbie! Remember how I said he wanted me to be out of the house by 9 a.m. so that he wasn’t left waiting around for me when he got home after his meeting…well this little phone call was to make sure of that. And I didn’t disappoint either. The conversation went like this…
me: hi
hubbie: hey, where are you
me: home
hubbie: I just called there, you didn’t answer, where are you really?
me: I’m home, I just pulled in the driveway and I’m getting out of my car now. (when in fact I actually was thinking “HA…THAT JUST SHOWS YOU MR. CONTROL FREAK!!!”)
hubbie: oh, ok…do you want lunch I’ll pick it up on my way home.
me: ok, get me whatever.
hubbie: ok, see you in a few.
me: ok, I love you.
hubbie: I love you too.
So hubbie got home, we ate and then vegged for as long as we could. I filled out his sister’s birthday card, enclosed the Old Navy Gift Card, sealed it and then went to get dressed in some of
myyyyyyyyyyyyy…
neeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeew…
cloooooooooooooothes!!!!! Yay!
We figured if the invite said 6 P.M. then we would have to leave our house at about 5 or so. And so we did. And hubbie drove. And it seemed like the drive took forever. Hubbie sat behind slow people (which he never does) in the right lane (which he never does) and when it should take 45 minutes to get to the YO, it took about an hour and 15 minutes and I didn’t say anything (because well it’s HIS sister’s party and if HE wants to be late, then fine, I’m not gonna start anything over HIM driving like a snail…whatever).
We got to the exit off the parkway and he said, I should call my brother and find out what time my sister’s supposed to get there…so he did…I thought it a little strange but again…whatever…HIS sister’s party…whatever makes his boat float. And I didn’t really pay attention to the conversation, I was more intent on the fact that now we had been in the car for over an hour and it was way past my peeing limit and I HAD TO GO!!!! And not only that but the baby was starting to take up more room and pushing on my internal organs and I had a pain in my right side at that moment…but I was going to just forget it and not gripe about it because it wouldn’t do me any good anyway.
We found a parking spot, probably the FURTHEST PARKING SPOT away you can imagine (down the road a piece and around the block but the truck is new and we aren’t too careful with our choices about where to park these days, so whatever. As we walked up the street we noticed a guy we knew from our YO days holding his baby who by the way had the chubbiest cheeks we just wanted to eat them (the baby’s cheeks not our friend’s…teehee) and our friend had the baby in a Baby Bjorn which Sean wants no part of by the way because he thinks if he trips and falls he’ll wind up falling on top of the baby..to which I respond by saying would you rather trip and fall and drop/toss the baby? But anyway…Baby Bjorn…so sexy on a guy. So we chatted for a minute and then entered the restaurant and as we walked to the back room I told hubbie how I really had to pee and he told me I’d just have to wait…grrrrrr…whatever! And so we entered the room and let me just say it’s all about the senses when you enter a room:
The first (both at the same time) thing I:
Saw: The back of hubbie’s nieces’ head (thought to myself all in a quick split second…what is she doing here already when she should be with her mom who this party is for.
Heard: S…U…R…P…R…I…S…E!!!!! by 45 of my closest friends and family members because we weren’t really there for hhubbie’s sisters’ 40th surprise birthday party but for my 30th surprise birthday party…
What?
Huh?
Wait…this is just pure madness!!!
And I immediately made my way to hubbie who had left my side (he’s lucky I didn’t pass out) and gave him the hugest hug ever! and at that moment in time I truly felt the love…and nothing could truly be better than having my family and friends all in the same room at the same time even and being there for me no less!!!! 
And I can’t forget to shout out to the masterminds behind the party…hubbie (of course), mom, DL and I’m sure a little bit of some others as well. THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU!!! I haven’t had a birthday party since my 15th birthday (Holy cow that’s half my life ago!!!).
So I made my way around the room, hugging and thanking every last friend and family member for being there and how much it really did mean to me that they were there…and then i got about half way around the room and there was my aunt from Vermont…(Holy cow, she travelled all the way from Vermont for this!!! How awesome!) and I hugged a few others and then…
THEN….
Are you ready for this one…
Wait…sit down first…
okay, you sitting?….
here goes…
my best friend from college (ABPL – I love calling her by all her names ) pops up from behind the last person I hugged (my SIL) and I couldn’t believe my eyes. But I wasn’t dreaming she really did drive 9 hours that same day from MAINE…BANGOR, MAINE people!!!…to be there for my 30th birthday party…HOLY COW!!!…and not only that but she was staying at my mom’s house and going back the next day on Sunday…another 9 hour ride…she spent more hours in the car than she did in NY altogether!!! That’s love!!!! WOW! Now if the feeling I got when I entered the party wasn’t love enough, I really felt the love now…who wouldn’t!!! And not everyone was there yet, so when more and more people kept showing up, I got excited all over again and in turn felt the love allllll over again. And the priest that married us who is also a very dear friend of ours also showed up too.
It was just one big ol’ love fest!!! And I had the best time…EVER!!! And no matter how I say it I can’t say thank you enough to all who made it possible. Apparently from post war stories I found out that hubbie had a hard time making money disappear (from under my nose) from the bank account to pay for the party, mom would be typing an email to DL and I’d sent an instant message to mom and what she was typing to DL would start typing on the IM as a reply to me and she’d have to stop and make sure it didn’t go through, and DL had a terrible time trying to get the picture of me on the cake (which was a conoli cake…YUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMY!). All the little details all came together and everything was perfect.
Oh and by the way, I was so excited about my party I didn’t want to leave for even a minute so I didn’t miss anything (which means I didn’t pee for a very very very looooooooooong time).
Oh and as I made my way around the room hugging everyone, I was reminded that hubbie’s parents had three kids and each of them are 3 years apart which would make hubbie’s sister only 39 as of the end of this month not 40. Ooops! How was I supposed to know?? I’ve only been with hubbie for 10 years now…whatever!
