Ultimately, I Think . . .
The greatest compliment you can pay the planners of a surprise party is to have absolutely no clue. And of course, the best way to prove that you have no clue is to show up with no makeup in a sweaty sports bra with a caribiner strapped to your hip. Like, um, this:
Causha: “Don’t you want to put a . . . shirt on?“
Me: “We just spent two hours climbing fake rocks in a warehouse. I’ll stick to the sports bra, thankyouverymuch.”
Causha: “Are you sure? The breeze is pretty strong now.”
Me: “It’s ONE HUNDRED AND THREE degrees outside and your car has no A/C. I’m good.”
Causha: “But don’t you . . . “
And there you go. Purple sports bra + embarrassing photo op with your crush’s parents = huge party planner compliment
The Thing Is . . .
I **may** have a little trouble inviting people to parties when I am the birthday girl, so if it weren’t for the shenanigans of my friends my last party would have been in 1993. Being the “moving away” girl is not so easy either . . . it just feels so weird to ask you to show up on my account. That’s why I’m throwing and Un-Going Away Party which, if you are wondering, is exactly like a going away parting except it’s all about seeing YOU instead of US. Andy by us I mean the three uh-MAZing reasons you should absolutely come!
There’s Daddypotamus (who talks more than I do), my friendly little Katie (who randomly hugged a woman while waiting in the line for the lieu yesterday), and of course Micah (who is currently renaming everything in the DFW metroplex “Bubble”). See? Three GREAT reasons!
So if you’re free this Saturday (March 24) anytime between 9-12, please stop by the playground at Chisolm Park in Hurst. Whether we are longtime friends or FB friends that should’ve met in real life a long time ago I want to see your face. And maybe squeeze you. And possibly feed you.
Can you make it? If you are a “yes” or a “maybe” (we know plans sometimes change), please let me know!