Today I was at Colin's lacrosse game from one until three thirty, and then work from three forty-five until nine o'clock. Colin pretty much always picks me up from work (in the
The ballroom is a rather ornate room (rococo, I believe) and is often used for "official" meetings. There is a sign on the doors asking people to please go around the room (rather than through) when the doors are closed.
The doors were closed.
I said, "No, Colin, it says to go around!"
He said, "It will be fine!"
We went through the doors. I saw a group of people gathered, standing by a table, and staring at us.
I thought: OH, this is awkward. We just interrupted some social gathering. I really hope the university president wasn't having some sort of party--
and my irritation with Colin for pushing through those doors mounted.
The people yelled "SURPRISE!" and I swear I was stuck in some tv show and SO embarrassed.
You know how EVERY TIME a surprise party is planned on TV, the WRONG person walks in and everyone yells "SURPRISE!" and it's ruined??
I swear that was me. We shouldn't have walked through those doors. We just spoiled someone's surprise party. My life is literally like some stupid cliche show. I just hoped the birthday person wasn't right behind me so that the party could recover and hopefully continue somewhat smoothly and still be a surprise of sorts.
And then the people in the room came into focus.
And a light bulb went on.
And they were all looking at me.
And then I realized....
My birthday is coming up.
And Colin was beaming.
And it was my surprise birthday party.
And I wasn't mad at Colin, anymore.

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