[that cake is taunting me]

Saturday:

Woke up. Picked up the biggest cake I’ve ever seen. Watched in horror as the girl showing me the cake dropped the lid on the cake, wiping out the corner. She assured me that it could be easily fixed as she rushed the cake to the back. Ten minutes later she came back, it was good as new, and I was out the door. Cakes don’t travel so well. By the time I got to the store to pick up the two bunches of balloons I ordered the cake now looked like a relief map of the grand canyon. I honestly thought I was going to vomit right there. I called my cousin at the hotel to let her know I was on my way. I freaked out about the cake, she told me that we could fix it once we got to the restaurant. As we unloaded my car she changed her mind and decided the cake was a mess. The waitress at the restaurant informed me they didn’t have anything I could use to fix the cake. Awesome. Eventually another waitress pushed the two halves together and smoother out the icing. What couldn’t be fixed was just hidden under candles. I of course could think of nothing but the damn cake. It taunted me from across the room much like the tell tale heart.

Once the 40 or so guests were in place, my sister arrived with my mom. I was worried that the super sleuth was onto us, but I think we surprised her. As she stood in the middle of the room trying her best not to sob I was pretty sure we got her. I walked up to her, hugged her, and told her to stop crying because she was making everyone else cry. She laughed and pulled herself together. The guests couldn’t even yell surprise because they were so choked up at t he sight of her crying. It was the quietest surprise party ever. She was so cute sitting there in complete shock as she looked around the room at all the guests. She asked me if she was allowed to get up and go see everyone. I laughed and told her it was her party, she could do whatever she wanted.

The food was great. Everyone seemed to have a good time. At one point my sister looked at me from across the room and winked and said we did it. I was just glad that we were able to pull it off without her catching onto us. After the party ended we went back to the hotel to spend time with my aunt and all our cousins. We played dominoes by the pool as the boys swam. We later moved to the meeting area and played some more while eating some pizza. It’s nice just to hang out with them since we never get to see them. We said our goodbyes, I came home and attempted to watch SNL but fell asleep. I think the party planning wore me out. I was stressing so much all week that I got very little sleep. When I woke up Sunday morning, after 10 hours of sleep, I realized that I was more worn out then I thought I was.

And now I can start the official countdown for yet another party. Friday we’re going out to celebrate my birthday. 30, yikes. I’m not mature enough to be 30. But I am looking forward to all the we have planned, and of course knocking back a few drinks with my friends.

(Me + them) x alcohol = insanity

I can’t wait. Three more days of work, then another three day weekend.