So, my sweetheart had a birthday. It wasn’t a very “big” birthday, but I figured, “Why not go big for the little ones too?” So, I decided to throw him one hell of a surprise party.
The planning was giving me ulcers for a month. My dude just kept changing his mind about that weekend. Two weeks before the party he decided he was going to go to Philly to visit his brother. I felt like I was moving the moon and the stars to not get him on that bus, but also to not have him know I was moving anything to get him anywhere. It was so hard to not tell him anything!
Well, all is well that ends well, because, let me tell you, he was SURPRISED. We went to Pies’n'Thighs for dinner and as we were rolling ourselves to the Bedford L (because, let’s be honest, you have to roll everywhere after you eat there), I pretended to get a text from a friend just happened to be at this beer hall in Williamsburg. I convinced him that we should stop by. It was at this point the phrase, “I don’t know if I could even drink a beer” came out of his lips. I started to get worried! He was going to be such a Debbie Downer at his own party! I almost threw up.
Obviously, he wasn’t, a Debbie Downer that is. He was awesome. Also, his brothers came into town and that was really the icing on the cake. Seeing all that broseph loving was incredible. Acutally, just seeing all those people there to celebrate this dude who I also happen to love was really incredible.