On Our Way To Crazy

So Aaron turned 30. And we all survived it.

We went back and forth and round and round about what to do for his birthday. His original plan (which he now swears was a joke, but I am unconvinced) was to have a laser tag sleepover. I know that right now you’re thinking about how awesome that would be. And you are correct. However, it is excessively expensive to rent out a laser tag place overnight. Just FYI.

Then he offered me three options: a flat screen TV, a trip to see the Cowboys play, or a beach vacation. I, of course, jumped on the beach vacation idea. It wasn’t meant to be, though… we couldn’t afford to fly, stay and eat in any of the places we wanted to go. We could have done two of the three, but somehow I couldn’t make that work. So the vacation got pushed into next year.

Obviously, if you read this blog, you know that we decided to go with the TV. We shopped and researched and shopped and researched and came home with a 47″ Philips TV from Costco. It has a lot of features that have various initials for names and I don’t know what any of them mean, but Aaron is thrilled so I am too. It’s funny, though… we picked it out at Costco amongst rows and rows of TVs, most of which were significantly larger than the one we bought. Ours seemed small in comparison. Then we brought it home and put it in our living room and all of the sudden it’s the biggest TV there has ever been. Seriously, this thing is huge. I’m not complaining, I’m just saying. It’s a big TV.

The TV was a pretty big deal. And Aaron’s family was coming in to town for his birthday and we were going out to a fancy dinner. That’s good, right? That’s a good set of birthday hooplas. But it wasn’t enough. Not enough for me, anyway. The TV and a steak would have been plenty for Aaron. But I needed more. This was an OCCASION. It needed to be CELEBRATED.

So I decide, a week and a half out, that I should throw a surprise party. I get to planning and being sneaky and inviting and hiding cupcakes and beer at friends’ houses so Aaron doesn’t know about it. And his birthday comes along, and we all go out to dinner but the wait is an hour and we are already running late and Aaron decides he wants to go somewhere ALL THE WAY ACROSS TOWN and I am freaking out because we are supposed to be home in an hour and we haven’t even started eating yet but THEN (!) the hostess at the new place is one of our old youth group kids so I pretend to go to the bathroom and grab her and tell her to please have the waiter move as quickly as possible without being obvious and he does a pretty good job until he asks at the end “Did I move quick enough for you?” but Aaron is oblivious and we drive home and walk in the door and all of our friends jump out and give Aaron a heart attack.

It was PERFECT.

We have great friends and I have a great husband and it was an all around great night. Happy happy birthday, Aaron. I hope the next 30 are as awesome as the last, and I promise next time I really will listen when you say you don’t want a party.