Sushi & Crepes - Part Deaux

Alrighty reader, here we go with PART TWO.


So, i went over the fact that I expected a CELEBRATION in PART ONE.
I was pretty blunt about that fact, trying to convince Stephen that he and I should go on a cruise, or a holiday somewhere, you know, typical stuff.


So, I was convinced The SAINT was organizing a surprise party. He'd mentioned a few things here and there prior to June, that lead me to believe I was right. He made an off handed comment when I mentioned I wanted a ridiculously priced gift, something like "I'm planning something, so try not to spend too much money". This I will refer to as supporting fact 1.


So, with my vivid imagination and a dream, I imagined all manner of scenario's, dancing elephants, acrobatic monkey's, Magic Mike (kidding). No, I surmised his plan was to throw a Surprise Party.


I was so confident, I told my friend's in New Zealand, "Yeah, The SAINT is throwing me a surprise party." 


I'm going to type in GREEN, the clues, that supported my belief.


Earlier in the year


A good friend of The SAINT's, an AMAZING photographer and Sushi chef, was on this past season of Survivor. The TV Show.  We went to a Survivor viewing party to support said friend and I noticed The SAINT sneakily whispering to his buddy.


I'm not usually crazy suspicious, but in this case, my spidey senses were tingling, and they're usually pretty on point, so I'll deem this supporting fact 2.



The weekend before the week of my Birthday ...

The SAINT wanted to go to Vegas for the weekend. There was a baptism for a nephew, he had a groupon for a hotel, you know how it goes. Since I'd barely gotten back from NZ (6 days), it was an opportunity for a nice family weekend getaway.


I'd started to doubt the certainty I'd once had about my Surprise Celebration the week before my Birthday.
I sent some emails to The SAINT, fishing for information to confirm or deny a possible surprise party. 


I was shut down, pretty brutally I might add.
While in Vegas, the following happened ...


At the baptism, The SAINT was talking to his Aunty. The portion of the conversation I overheard was "just come to the party next week" which to me, is supporting fact 3. 


A little while later, while hanging out at The SAINTs cousin's house, we were talking about some AMAZING books (not really. Fifty Shades of Grey anyone?) and I think I may have mentioned I was turning 30 the following week. One of the cousins said "Oh we're sorry we can't make it to your party, we wanted to be there" .. supporting fact 4.


By this point I was pretty damn confident i was having a party, and on the drive home Sunday, was feeling rather enthusiastic about my upcoming Birthday.


Sunday Night I say to The SAINT "So, what are we doing for my Birthday?".
In a pretty serious voice he says to me "Okay, so, I originally planned something but, it fell through" and so I'm thinking ok ... supporting facts for surprise party, just blew up. 


SIDE NOTE: The SAINT, is saintly, in that he doesn't lie, ever. He doesn't over exaggerate the truth usually, so I was pretty damn sure whatever he had planned had seriously fallen through. 


So, with one statement, I was POSITIVE my surprise party was no longer. Since it was Sunday, and my ACTUAL Birthday was on Wednesday, I wasn't too worried, I figured, he can plan something last minute, get some family and friends together for dinner, it'll be a good time!


I left it to The SAINT to organize a little something but decided for myself that I was going to celebrate my Birthday in my own special way.


I'm sick of writing for now .. I'll finish the actual birthday week later today.