Earlier this week, I got a phone call from SE, inviting me to tea with a few friends this afternoon. She didn't go into details as to the occasion, so I assumed it might be a pre-wedding celebration of some sort. Imagine my feelings, then, when I walk into TC's house to the shout of "surprise" from a much larger group than expect. Yes, a surprise wedding shower! Most unexpected was the presense of T, whom I thought I'd left safely at home just 45 minutes before. Naturally, he was in on the whole thing.
No one has ever thrown me a surprise party before, so the wool was pulled over my eyes quite sucessfully. I did once see an email from S with a suspicious subject line on T's computer, but nothing happened so I put it out of my mind. A few people commented on the moments when they almost blew it, but of course when you're not looking for clues it's really easy to miss them.
It was really a most excellent party, a co-ed shower with a Caribbean theme. The food was good, the games were fun, I got some great books and some useful cruise stuff, including a huge-ass towel, which is something I've needed for a long time. And it has a pretty flowers and a big pink flamingo on it, always a plus. But it's not about the stuff, of course. It's the obvious effort my friends put in to throwing me a party that really makes me happy. I've always known that I've been lucky in my group of friends; today just seals it.