The plan was for a bunch of us to gather, watch funny videos, eat takeaway and generally having a bit of a giggle. I'd been looking forward to it all week because you never really know what's going to happen when we get together. Friday I finished up at work, got some money out for my share of the takeaway and debated whether I would have chicken balls with egg fried rice or a pizza for my tea.
When I arrived one of the girls was outside on her phone, she told me that only one other person had arrived and that we were still waiting on the others. I headed into the house and opened the living room door. The lights were off.
You can see where this is going, can't you?
The lights went on and there was a crowd of my friends wearing wigs and daft glasses. Turns out they'd planned a surprise 30th for me.
|I got to wear a tiara and everything!|
It's kind of funny because at least once this week I complained to one of my friends about how I really don't like surprises. What I actually meant by that was that I don't like knowing when there's a surprise coming, you know, when someone says 'I've got a surprise for you'. When it's a complete and unexpected surprise, I really do like it!
This year I feel slightly like the Queen, except I'm getting even more birthdays than her. Not only have I had the party on Friday, Mr Click and I had all the leftover party food to consume yesterday and I still have my actual birthday to come, and my Mum coming to visit in May as well. I feel like I'm getting about two months of birthdays!
Have you ever had a surprise party?