I wrote a whole long thing giving all the details on my birthday weekend. I had such a great time that I wanted to share it here. As I was writing it though, I was shocked at how unexciting it all sounded. None of the fun – And there was A LOT of fun – was making it’s way from my head to the screen and definitely none of the fullness that was in my heart fits onto a screen.
I think that’s because I can’t tell you all the jokes we shared. Jokes don’t work that way. I can’t tell you about VP or drinking poop water or introducing your girl to your cute friends; And by the way, how do you even know where my homeboy lives? I can’t tell you about Panda Panda Panda or the frustrated George Washington buff. I can’t tell you about the stall tactics Shaunie employed or the 4 person fake pajama party or the male nip slip. I can’t possibly tell you about all the spilled wine and the yoga pose turned dry humping. Seriously, I can’t. I can’t share with you the stuck out pinkies or the Fe Fi Fo Fum or the no queso. There’s no way the dusty law degree will be funny to you or the meme game or Indian people with Jamaican accents arguing with black Ghanian people with British accents over which one is more weird.
So here’s what I can do … I can tell you that my weekend was full. It was full in the most glorious way. My people showed up for me and I felt the love. People came from New Jersey and Pennsylvania and North Carolina and Maryland. They were childhood friends and college friends and work friends and friends of friends who became my friends. We had dinner and we went to a club and we had brunch. We had a game night and we sang karaoke and we laughed so hard that at one point I was literally rolling around on the floor.
Shaunie took me on a tour of Mount Vernon which was George Washington’s estate. It was awesome for a history fan such as myself; especially one who is currently obsessing over all things Hamilton and the Revolutionary War.
We went indoor sky diving and to see a movie – Logan – Which is also awesome for someone, such as myself, who thinks the X-Men is the best comic book series.
We closed out the weekend with massages and then cupcakes with the kids.
I got a new bike, which I’ve been wanting and I got a stained glass ornament hand-made by the boys. I got wine and a personalized wine goblet and nail polish and t-shirts and books and jewelry.
I loved all the gifts but none of them compare to the gift that Shaunie is to me or to the ongoing and long-lasting gift of friendship that I have received from the best people in the world. I was (am) completely overwhelmed and full of gratitude to have these people in my life.
Did I mention that every bit of it, was a surprise? Starting on Friday evening, from one minute to the next, I never knew what was coming.
I am sure I am leaving stuff out but hey – I’m old now so I can blame that. 🙂