I wish I could tell you exactly what kind of birthday weekend my wife just had.
She turned 30 this year and has been sort of dreading it. I guess because hitting 3 decades of existence it makes us all realize we aren't kids anymore. We have left behind our 20's in a blaze of glory and never to be spoken about again. There are exceptions of course. We all recount our first legally drunken night, being excited about an insurance drop when hitting 25-ish and then the dreaded walk to 30's front door. I wish I could tell you I enjoyed my 20's. I guess in some ways I did but I don't remember many. Regardless, this past weekend was about closing the door on Melissa's 20's and opening the door to her 30's. Me being the person I am wanted to do something different and special and make the weekend enjoyable.
It all started about 3 months ago or so when I got a Facebook message from her 2 best friends Laurie and Liise. Both live in Arizona and both are two of the most incredible people I have ever met. More on that later. They had a drunken night idea to jump on a plane and surprise Melissa for the weekend. I agreed, without hesitation, to orchestrate a 3 month trek to make this happen on my end. It would involve scheming and being treacherous and deviant and sneaky all for a good cause...........FUN!!!!
I wish I could tell you the plan was executed with "Mission Impossible" precision. I wish I could tell you that my original plan to have them waiting when Melissa got home went down without fail.
My beautiful wife who is as innocent as she is sexy found out that they were coming. She kept her silence until the night before and then sprung it on me. So the tables were now going to be turned on her dear unsuspecting friends. But beyond that it was my job to keep up the bed of lies I had been sleeping in for so long. I had to continue to convince Laverne and Shirley that Squiggy had no idea they were coming. The drive home from the airport from picking them up was pure torture. I wish I could tell you it was easy lying to 2 people I have only met once.
So now the plan was laid, destroyed, rebuilt and sprung. Laurie and Liise walked in to Melissa hiding in the dark kitchen and she jumped out like a stripper from a cake. Laure wet herself. The rest of the weekend was a blur of sorts. I cooked, we drank, we laughed, we played guitar hero and we all cried a little.
I wish I could tell you what kind of friendship I witnessed, but I can't. It's beyond words. I sat back and watched 3 friends who initially came together due to life changing circumstances and bonded like hydrogen and oxygen. Planetary alignment couldn't be a more perfect analogy. The come from different backgrounds, have different life goals, act completely different from each other but they all share a common bond that must be witnessed to be explained and even then words would escape the most linguistically talented. It's so hard to describe that it's making this part of the blog difficult to write. All I can tell you is that they love each other like sisters. Sisters who don't have to be in constant contact with each other or even talk every month and then when they get together it's like they were never more than a day apart. Simply amazing and, in my opinion, a rare thing.
I could not have been more pleased to have them in our house and I have never taken more pleasure in cooking for someone as I did over this weekend. I was a cooking machine and my only goal was to make sure that these 3 ladies wanted for nothing and did not have to lift a finger for anything. I was happy to lay down as their servant and make sure their every whim was taken care of with pride. My pleasure was from them being pleased and having a good time. I wanted Melissa to have a 30th birthday she wouldn't forget and I'm pretty sure it was mission accomplished.
There was so much more that happened and I wish I could tell you.....
