I’m really not even sure what to say about last night. If I were much of an emotional person, I’d probably be crying right now (happy crying, that is). Let’s thank goodness that I’m just not that type of person. But I guess that the greatest understatement would be that last night didn’t go exactly as I thought it would.
I headed over to Meagan’s house, stopping on the way at the convenient store to pick up a big Oh Henry bar and Starbursts as a present for Dave. I also filled the car up with gas, then drove over to the party. As I got near the house, I saw Jon walking, so I waved to him, and then went to find a place to park. There’s a church closeby, and I saw that people had parked in the parking lot there. So that’s what I did as well. I walked to the house and said hello to the Gillmores. Mr. G handed me a note that said something like this: “To whoever gets here first: Could you please hang up streamers? They’re downstairs. Thanks, Melissa.” I read it over and was a little confused, considering that they were the ones planning this, not me. But Mr. G mentioned that they had gone to get Dave, so that made sense. I headed out back, and then went inside when I found no one there. I was looking around for Jon, but the lights were off, and I didn’t see him anywhere. Mr. G came inside, so I asked him where he was. He just said, “Jon? I haven’t seen him.” By this point, I was very confused. I knew I had seen him walking toward the house, and I didn’t know where he would have gone. I had no clue what was going on, but by this time, I thought that at the very least, this wasn’t a well-planned party for Dave. And then it happened.
I went downstairs to the dark basement, thinking that maybe Jon was down there for some strange reason, and then the lights came on and a whole bunch of people with party hats yelled, “Surprise!” And then I knew I had been duped. At that moment, I wanted to simultaneously strangle and hug everyone there. I hate surprises. But to masquerade a party as being for someone else just made it ten times worse – and better. I just sort of stood there, no smile on my face, because now my mind was racing to just how many people had been in on this the whole time. I had talked with people about my party for today, and I had talked with people about the party for Dave. And here they were, all the time planning a party – yes, a surprise party, but not for the person that I thought it was for. Slowly, a grin came onto my face as I realized how much I hated and loved my friends for this whole thing. But the one thing I wanted to know was: Was it actually Dave’s birthday a week ago? If not, I planned to keep that Oh Henry and Starbursts safely hidden within my hoodie pocket. But I learned that it had been his birthday, so I gave him his belated birthday present and tried to avoid all the people that were asking me, “Were you surprised?”
From there, the night just got better and better. People even had presents for me, although I had given them almost no suggestions. They still managed to ask themselves what I would really like, and they got it for me. Zac gave me a slab of salami, the meat that I love the most and bugged him about all last year. Kristin gave me a big bag of oatmeal, the food I talked to her about, saying that I was addicted to it. Jon gave me a bag of gummy worms – probably for no other reason except that everyone loves gummy worms. I found it funny that almost all my presents were food – not that I minded in the least, since that was the only thing I had told anyone to get me. I must say that I liked the present from Melissa the best, though (I can say that since I’m going out with her). It may have been from her sisters as well; I’m not really sure. Anyways, she got me this nice-looking watch, as well as the Napoleon Dynamite DVD and the new Switchfoot CD. I had given her a list of birthday ideas for me. It hadn’t been a long list, and the stupid thing still took me over an hour just to think of. But whatever. It was exactly what I wanted.
I thanked everyone for the presents, and then the games began. We played Pin the Tail on the Donkey for a prize – I’m not sure what the prize was, since I didn’t win – and also had a three-legged race outside in the backyard. They had a pinata too that we smacked open. After that, we went back inside and had cake. It was really good, although I suppose I’ll eat anything anyways, so I would say it was good no matter what. Then Steph, Melissa, and some other people I think went to Greenbrier Park to hide glowsticks throughout the park. They told people to come in fifteen minutes to find them. Of course, Jeff and Dave were already outside, and they left without telling anyone, so they found most of them. Oh well. There were a few incidents in the park, but it mostly involved climbing baseball backstops and ripping pants.
Since I’m pressed for time right now (I’m writing this later on in the day than the earlier section), let’s just summarize the rest of the night by saying that we watched Napoleon Dynamite. We had a few laughs, and a fun time was had by all. Today I went with my parents to Cambridge to Murch Music to look at guitars, and was basically mauled by salespeople trying to earn their commission. There were a few good guitars there, but nothing that I liked better than the red Ibanez I saw at L.A. Music. So we went back there and bought it, and right now it’s sitting on my lap looking lovely. Sweeeet. Now I just have to learn how to play it…
Anyways, I think it’s time for me to play my guitar forever and ever. In short, I had an awesome time last night, and even if there hadn’t been any presents, it wouldn’t have made a difference. It’s the presence of the people that counts, and that’s what made it so great. But yeah. Before I start shedding a joyful tear, I’ll just stop writing.