growing up, bdays were always this huge thing around my house. your birthday was the day that you got to be queen (or king) of the household. with some limits of course. but all your chores were pushed onto someone else, you got to pick where everyone went to dinner, and we always always always had icecream and cake. no exceptions. we'd even do all of this if the birthday person wasn't actually in town. one shining example is my sister courtney's birthday one year when she'd already left to go join up with the navy... we actually have a picture of a cake and my mom sitting behind it with a picture of courtney held up in front of her face. i think it's clear that we are kind of kooky.
that being said, i don't ever remember having any birthday parties though. well, that's not true. i think i had one at the neighborhood pool one year, but that could just as easily be a very vivid dream that i've tricked into reality. i remember angel having one party at our house. but no roller rinks, bowling parties, pinatas, days at the park... nada. and especially no surprise parties. i've never even been to a surprise party my entire life. i wasn't even invited to that many parties growing up. i think i remember going to one for a girl on my soccer team. it was a sleepover. and then i know i went to a lot of mel's growing up but she was my neighbor. then there was the bowling party freshman year which was fun. and there's the infamous got-invited-but-couldn't-go limo party. but that's it from when i was actually the appropriate age to enjoy these kinds of things.
since then is another matter. the majority of these innocently fun filled parties that i have been to are because my sister has ones for my niece and nephew every year. they totally rock. it's like gettin to be a kid again, your just a lot taller then all the other kids there. it's like every time you go to the fair and you want to ride on the little caterpillar thingy again... not because it's a good ride, but because it reminds you of fun you used to have. well, my nephew is having a surprise party tomorrow. i figure it is pretty safe to talk about it because i doubt he reads my blog. if so, sorry i ruined the surprise.
i'm trying to decide what it will actually be like. will this be a dark room and then people jump out and he gets really surprised, like in all the movies? will we jump up and down and throw our hands out when we yell? will we get to hide behind curtains and couches, giggling secretively? or will it be that kind of surprise party where he already knows but pretends to act surprised? i'm pretty excited about it actually, if you hadn't noticed...
of course, the major problem with surprise parties is that you have to be on time to enjoy them. and i'm notoriously bad at being late. or good at it, depending on how you view this issue. i know lots of people have being late as a major pet peeve on their list, because a lot of people have told me this to my face, and i've wondered how much they really hate me for it? i kinda think it's just another quirk to the person that is megan. or megs. or just meg. i don't like pissing people off, but it just seems like a silly thing to get mad about. there are more important things.
