It started with a suprise bday party/playdate, complete with delicious cake and great friends. I cried in the car when we left. What have I done to deserve these people?
It continued with a Husband full of wonderful things to say and fantastic presents. I cried when I read the note that came with my present. He's too wonderful, I'm so happy he's mine.
Saturday was the day after my actual bday. But the greatness continued. I joined a gym and am really excited. In only 3 weeks I've already noticed a difference. My best friend came into town for the party. One of my childhood friends whom I adore came into town with her great new husband for the party too. I must say, I felt really loved this weekend. Seeing what people are willing and eager to do for me, just to make me happy, means so much to me. I cried several times. I teared up a lot. Just thinking about the little and big things people were doing for me. The simple notes and messages and emails I got... the bday wishes... just knowing that people thought about me.
On to the party.
Holy freaking cow.
It was unbelievable. By far the BEST party I've ever been to. And not just because it was half mine, but because it flowed. Everyone there was happy and having a good time. It felt like everyone had known each other for years. It was just SO PERFECT. Now, I'm not just saying that because I was drunk. And ohhhh was I drunk. I truly think that it was the best birthday ever... for me, and for my birthday buddy C. Several things that were said to me that night involved how truly beautiful the people in my life are: inside and out. One perso told me that "you and your friends are all just so happy, so genuine and real, and your children are so fortunate to have this kind of love around them." It was the greatest compliment. Thank you. I'm very sincere when I say that I've never been so proud of my life: my family, my friends, and my day to day. And those of you who couldn't make it--- we missed you. Rematch next year?
I would give details, but I know other bloggers were there and they will write it way better than I would. (And I barely remember most of it) So I'll just skip to the end.
I was druuuunk. Husband put my Amanda and me into a cab and gave us $60. He and the rest of the party headed to locale #2. I was in no shape for a second location. Husband told me this piece of wisdom: If you're going to puke, do it in your purse and not in the cab. People... I had to vomit. It came on so fast. And what did I do?
I pursevomited. Repeatedly. We finally make it home and get to my front door when I realize my house key... is in my purse. Which now weighs about 8 lbs and is full of a gallon of vomit. So what did I do? I stuck my hand in and found my keys.
It was my most expensive and relatively new purse and wallet. I will never take Husband's advice when it comes to puking directives.
The morals of the story:
I love you all, you enrich my life in so many ways. Thank you for making this such a special time for me.
My Husband is truly an amazing, sensitive man.
Don't vomit in your purse.
Always get the live band.
What happens at the party, stays at the party.
5 comments:
OH, and props to Poodlehead, I'm a Mom!?!, and chrissie... I stole these pics from you!! Thanks for taking them!
You're beautiful :) All of you.
Sounds and looks like a fantastic night! Happy Belated Birthday!! You deseved every minute of such a great night!!
P.S. I once puked in a $380 Coach bag I owned for all of 4 days. Not my finest moment ;)
I'm glad you had such an awesome birthday! Sorry about the purse. Hopefully it isn't a total loss.
Glad you had such a great time! You totally deserved it!
Oh see! This is where I think I left my passive aggressive (yet full of love and affection) you skinny bitch comment and it wasn't approved. Or maybe I didn't. I can't remember now.
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