My dad was born on New Year’s Eve, 1950. Last night my mom threw him a surprise 60th birthday party, which she has been planning for about a year. We were about 97% sure he knew something was up, since she’s never done anything like this before and we’ve for sure all heard her slip at least once in front of him. Luckily he’s pretty imperceptive, and was completely surprised.
He’s also pretty laid back, though, so instead of turning bright red and crying (like Lauren at the surprise bridal shower earlier this week), he kept his hands in his pockets and went “Oh…wow. Surprise!” Here’s a picture of him being taken completely off guard (I was across the room so it’s pretty zoomed in):
There was eating and picture-taking, and I grilled him to try to figure out if he was just pretending to be surprised.
Afterwards we went back to our house (haha, I don’t live there anymore) for cheesecake and presents and a slideshow of amazing photos my aunt and uncle assembled. A surprising amount were slides from the 50s and 60s. It was an appropriate amount of embarrassing for a 60th birthday celebration.
We toasted the New Year at 9:20 (for some reason) and then the regular guests trickled out. My aunt and uncle stayed the night, and Drew and I drove Robb back down to San Bruno so he could get to the airport this morning. But we waited to leave until 11:00 so we wouldn’t be anywhere near San Francisco near midnight. I passed the time by taking pictures.
We got home just after 2:00 last night. This morning I drove Robb to the airport at 8:00, then came back and went back to sleep. When we got up, we made coffee for the first time using our Christmas coffeemaker, and a paper towel instead of a filter.
Hunger Games book #3 + grocery shopping = a lazy day, recovering from this whirlwind week. In the last 7 days, I’ve spent an entire day’s worth of hours in the car. It’ll be really nice to go back to work, having a schedule and eating real food (although living primarily on cookies has been fun).
2011 FTW!
The Cameraphone Diaries 