SWMBO threw a surprise party for me last night. So what? Well, she also threw a surprise party for me a year ago, her thinking being that, as I was turning 39 then and not 40, I'd never suspect that she would throw a surprise party like I would if it was my 40th. Which she just did and I didn't so it was a very successful double bluff - or something. Last year, I was tricked because I was told we were off out for a curry at Zeera after a quick drink with friends. This turned out to be a gathering of a few score of friends, colleagues and acquaintances that had been in on the joke. I eventually had that curry one month later.
Fast-forward a year and I am watching the tail end of About A Boy with SWMBO and the sprogs when the entryphone buzzes. I buzz in the same couple, Herr Doktor and HeadTeacher, who were the decoys last year and we open a bottle whilst I read their card and thank them for my gift. Ten minutes later and our Croatian friends and their kids turn up (with a great present) and we open more wine and I joke about what a coincidence this is. Five minutes on and two high powered barristers who masquerade as our chums in their off-duty hours also drop by. Not only does the penny start to drop at this point but, because we have a tiny flat, the living room is starting to resemble a pre-Glasnost Moscow apartment in some Channel 4 documentary. Further arrivals, in the form of another couple and a friend who is taking a break from server reboots and maintenance around the corner, only serve to add to the fun. Much food and many drinks were consumed and a good time was had by all.
With a party on Friday, lunch and a party yesterday and the pub and a meal with friends later on this evening, I'm having the kind of fun that I could only dream of as a teenager. Maybe (social) life does begin at forty.
Posted by bignoseduglyguy at February 8, 2004 03:45 PM | TrackBack