Meme-oires 18: My Favorite Birthday
Sep. 21st, 2010 09:12 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jamesqThis would have been my 23rd birthday, making 1990 and all around awesome year. It was the year of my "surprise" birthday party.
On the weekend before my birthday, I was invited over to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
snooness' folk's house to hang out. I walked up the street to her house seeing numerous vehicles that I recognized parked out front. "Cool," I thought, "A bunch of people are here."
I walked in to find Sue and her friend RB there. No one else was in evidence.garething who was seated in a recliner. I had a brief moment to nod at him. He nodded back.). I figured this was the moment that they'd flip the light on and they'd all yell "Surprise!". I resolved to feign surprise.
Instead, I heard someone yell "GET HIM". A bunch of people jumped me. I was pushed from behind the knees, sending me kneeling. Something large and plastic was dropped on my head, like a bucket and I felt a stick of some kind being thrust into my hands.
The lights were thrown on and everyone yelled "Surprise!". And I was, truly, surprised. Mostly because I didn't know what the hell had just happened. People were taking pictures of me though (at the time I was super paranoid about having my photo taken, as opposed to today where I just find it mildly irritating - as an aside, the trick to getting photographed is realizing that you're under no obligation to look at your photos). It turns out what I thought was a bucket was actually a prop conquistador-style helmet and the stick was a mocked up lance. Because my nickname was "Quixote", get it? What followed was a phony-baloney knighting ceremony.
I pointed out later that Don Quixote wore a barber's cistern as a helmet, but they all said nobody would understand. Apparently I was an authenticity Nazi back then.
The rest of the party was a lot of fun. Everyone I liked was there and I got to be the center of attention for the night. Mostly I really enjoyed the fact that my friends thought enough of me to organize it. It was a blast.
On the weekend before my birthday, I was invited over to
snooness' folk's house to hang out. I walked up the street to her house seeing numerous vehicles that I recognized parked out front. "Cool," I thought, "A bunch of people are here."I walked in to find Sue and her friend RB there. No one else was in evidence.
"Um. Where is everyone?" I asked.From downstairs I suddenly heard a large crash, like someone had dropped a bowling ball into a crate full of cymbals. This was followed by a lot of hushed mutterings and several Shhh-es.
"It's just the three of us," said Sue.
"So what was that?"Not being stupid, I knew the jig was up. I was led downstairs into the (currently) unlit basement. I saw shadowy figures attempting to hide (except for
"Mice!"
garething who was seated in a recliner. I had a brief moment to nod at him. He nodded back.). I figured this was the moment that they'd flip the light on and they'd all yell "Surprise!". I resolved to feign surprise.Instead, I heard someone yell "GET HIM". A bunch of people jumped me. I was pushed from behind the knees, sending me kneeling. Something large and plastic was dropped on my head, like a bucket and I felt a stick of some kind being thrust into my hands.
The lights were thrown on and everyone yelled "Surprise!". And I was, truly, surprised. Mostly because I didn't know what the hell had just happened. People were taking pictures of me though (at the time I was super paranoid about having my photo taken, as opposed to today where I just find it mildly irritating - as an aside, the trick to getting photographed is realizing that you're under no obligation to look at your photos). It turns out what I thought was a bucket was actually a prop conquistador-style helmet and the stick was a mocked up lance. Because my nickname was "Quixote", get it? What followed was a phony-baloney knighting ceremony.
I pointed out later that Don Quixote wore a barber's cistern as a helmet, but they all said nobody would understand. Apparently I was an authenticity Nazi back then.
The rest of the party was a lot of fun. Everyone I liked was there and I got to be the center of attention for the night. Mostly I really enjoyed the fact that my friends thought enough of me to organize it. It was a blast.
![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
no subject
Date: 2010-09-22 04:34 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-09-22 08:01 pm (UTC):)
no subject
Date: 2010-09-22 08:07 pm (UTC)