so it's like this.
not long after the Husband planned & executed (not without stress, provided by me)my birthday party, an evil idea came to me.
why not do one for him?
i threw a party for him once - on his 40th. i asked what he wanted and he said he wanted a pool party.
then a pool party you shall have, my love.
i bought tickets for local water park. i invited his friends. i called my friends from the Bay Area and then snuck them down to surprise him. we had ice cream sammiches, sang "Happy Birthday," and everyone left to do their own thing.
it was completely fun. and i spent most of the day in an innertube, rafting the lazy river.
hence, my idea for an "adult" waterpark. nothing but lazy rivers (a rapid or two, i wanna have some fun) with float-up bars.
after all, if you can have a swim-up poker table in Vegas, why the heck can't i have a swim-up bar?
sorry. this old timer do ramble on. back to the story at hand.
so this year, i snuck names out of his Blackberry. we met at the Old Spaghetti Factory. balloons were ordered. goody bags put together. fun, fun, fun till daddy takes the T-Bird away.
yes, i said goody bags. who says only kids can have 'em?
i decided on an Hawaiian theme. don't ask me why i decided Hawaiian, at an italian restaurant. it just worked in my head.
was he surprised? oh you betcha. the only clue (he says) he got was when we walked by my parents' car and saw balloons in the back of the car.
and remember this? when Husband decided to experiment with two scooters at once? down a sloped driveway? with a rock that he hit? and the finger dislocated?
dearest Kristie bought him a scooter of his very own. a Hot Wheels one, no less. with a helmet.
oh and we had cupcakes and ice cream.
all in all, a good night, i thought.
pictures forthcoming. happy birthday again.