Surprise party success

Yesterday was my Nannie's 80th surprise birthday party. We have been planning this bad-boy for months. I was beginning to feel like Sue:

If you don't know who Sue is then you don't watch enough SNL. Anyways, I just wanted to get this over with because I knew I was going to slip up. I will keep your secret, I will lie to your face, but I am the worst with surprises.

But she came in the room under the false pretense of going to the casino and the Littlest of Nins was blown away. There were a bunch of people there, a bunch of food, and a bunch of decorations. The best part of it all was the fact that she had no idea at all.

We had the party in a museum, so my brother and I thought we would take a little tour when things started to get dull in the party room. My brother and I have fun. As we get older I am realizing that we can be ourselves around each other and not have it be weird. I also realize how much we are a like. I am of course much funnier though.

This museum had no one in it but us. So I was going up to mannequins and saying things like, "Sir, sir, excuse me. Sir, I know you're busy but this will just take a second. Sir, please. Wow, what a jerk." And then my uncle came and got us for pictures, and there was this like fake boat with a moving background, and he was like, "Woah, it's moving!" and I was like, "I know! We went in it and it's like we left the museum!" With a lot of fake enthusiasm. He thinks I'm hilarious.

A little while later, my brother and I went to explore some more, but with my eleven year old cousin. I kept telling her all this fake information and just making up random facts, as well as going to old pictures and telling her the I knew them and naming all of them. My favourite part was when I signed the guest book, "Stephanie Jenkins, and in comments wrote: I'm from Australia! I love this place like a brother." Maybe I think I'm funnier then I actually am, but we were having fun. I went up to the same mannequin I was talking to earlier, but with my cousin and was like, "Sir, sir, you have another visitor. Sir, please talk to me."

My uncle wanted me to make a slot machine for my Nannie for a fun little joke about the casino. So, I did. And it was difficult. But it was pretty funny when we unveiled it. He gave me credit and everything, which was pretty embarrassing, but I made due. This is the slot machine:

It turned out pretty well. It's not like it was supposed to look real or anything. People laughed.

After the party, some people came back to my house. It wasn't too bad. My cousin and I hid in my room. We were soon joined by my other cousin whom I do not get along with too well, but we bonded over gossiping over our other cousin who looks like a skank. Confusing? Maybe. We were also joined by my brother and we played would you rather on my iPod. I found out a lot about people. Like for instance, how my brother would rather have 10 children than 0. That was kind of shocking.

I also find it cool how everyone just adores my room. Everyone is always saying how awesome it is. And how talented I am. I just kind of soak it all up. I love my family knowing that I am hilarious and talented. Winks.

I also want to talk about how cute my two year old cousin is because he is so cute. I picked him up, put him on my lap and was showing him my desktop because it's a picture of my cat:

And he was using the mouse and clicking things and making her 'dance' and then I gave him my little plastic lamb and we were having a dance party with them and it was so funny and so cute. I was also meowing and got him meowing and it was so cuttee!!! Babies may scare me, but toddlers are just so cute.

This has been long, but that's the recap of the party! It was pretty wonderful. I am now watching the SAG awards. I love me some award shows.

She & He

He came up behind her. His barely audible footsteps were put to the test with an old wooden floor. His cover was blown.

She could tell that he wasn't breathing. She wished they were outside. She wished that his footsteps had been muted by birds softly singing or simply a gust of wind that went towards him, and not her so that his unique sent wouldn't give him away either. Even though the surprise was gone, adrenaline still pumped through her veins.

He knew that his plan was foiled as soon as he started across the floor. If he could hear his footsteps, than she could tell that he wasn't breathing because she didn't miss much. He wished that he would have found her outside. The sounds of nature would cover up his entrance, whether it be the buzzing of the summer insects or the breeze rolling in and dragging her sweet scent with it. He wondered if she can hear his heart pounding as well.

She didn't turn around, she just kept pretending that these flowers needed to be arranged. She could tell he was still behind her, but that he was trying to take things very slow as to muffle his footsteps that were already heard clear as day. She hoped that he didn't know that she knew.

He watched her shoulders move as she diddled with the flowers, trying to make herself look busy. He still hasn't taken a breath because he knows that it will make her turn and pretend that she didn't hear the footsteps the whole time. He just wanted to surprise her.

He needed to rethink his surprise in the time it took him to put down his right foot as he had already lifted it to take the last step to her. The initial plan was foiled by betraying floorboards, but the surprise could still be there. He planted his right foot on the ground, without worrying about being quiet, nestled his hand in her shoulder and barely whispered, "Tag, you're it," before pivoting and bolting for the staircase. It felt good to breathe again; it felt better to laugh again.

She felt his presence right behind her and wondered how he was going to make himself officially known to her. She heard a loud, careless footstep right behind her. She felt a warm, familiar hand on her shoulder. And then, "Tag, you're it." She did not expect the voice she knew so well to say words that she had not heard for ages. She turned around just in time to see him running for the stairs and hear his infectious laugh echo down the staircase.

Once they were outside they were free. They ran barefoot because they could. They laughed together because they were kids again and nothing else mattered but the moment they stopped being Her and Him, and became Them.