The Boy turned 27 on Friday. And despite his growing loathe of birthdays, his best friend of ten years and I decided to throw a party for him.
I’m finding more and more as I go along that I really like to plan events and parties. Perhaps it’s a little Clarissa Dalloway of me, but at least you won’t find me at the bottom of the river with rocks in my coat pockets.
While we figured everything else out about the party, I couldn’t figure out how to get The Boy off the lake. If the Boy ever had to choose between saving his jet ski or myself from a burning building, he would definitely have a serious crisis of conscience going on. I put The Pretty Twin and my father-in-law on the case. While I spent the entire day of the party getting prepped and shopping, I had to hedge The Boy’s calls as to coordinating our schedules for when I was going to come out to the cabin, and the Grand Plan was going into action.
To get The Boy off of the lake, my father-in-law plied him with information about a (non-existent) pontoon boat somewhere in the Burton area that was on sale for $4,200, and that the whole family was going to go look at it. So, The Pretty Twin and The Boy piled into his truck, any my in-laws piled into their car, headed out from the cabin and into Geauga county.
Along the way, there is a section of highway which, if you turn right, you go into Burton, if you turn left, you go into Newbury (where [Best Friend] lives). When the convoy turns left, The Boy is confused, but looks carefully along 4 miles of the highway, looking for a pontoon. As they pass Best Friend’s house, the following conversation ensues.
[Pretty Twin]: Dude, why don’t you just stop at [Best Friend]’s house and ask him where the pontoon place would be.
[The Boy]: No, it looks like he has company…
[Pretty Twin]: No, I really think that you need to stop at [Best Friend]’s house.
[The Boy]: No, dude, he’s got company!
[Pretty Twin]: Dude! The party’s for you! Way to ruin the surprise.
The Boy hates surprises (so do I), which is why his reaction was so hysterical to see his face when he pulled into the driveway and realized how many people knew when he didn’t. Once he got over the initial shock of the surprise, we all had fun.
I couldn’t have asked for a better turnout: I love to hang out with The Brothers and with Best Friend, and really all of The Boy’s family. We don’t get to get together very often (Officer D lives down in Lebanon, and doesn’t get to come up very often), so having a party was a fantastic way to get everyone together. There was a lot of good food, good beer, and cornhole. The party lasted into the wee hours, slowing down in the most perfect way, my favorite way: us sitting around the fire: drinking, smoking, talking and laughing.
All in all, the party was a total smash.
Happy Birthday, Monster. Thanks for being such a good sport. I love you.