This weekend my parent learned just how devious their daughters–and the rest of their family, and all their friends–truly are.
The surprise Anniversary party was a huge success, despite all the set-backs and slip-ups, the long-distance planning, and the fact that there were about 30 people in on it from the get-go. My mom and dad were completely clueless right up until the desired time–and even then it took them a minute to actually understand what was going on. No, I didn’t get to go, but everyone was so great as far as calling me and keeping me up to speed on everything that was happening, that I felt like I was there.
I got the pictures last night and have posted them for all the world to see. If you are reading this and are upset that your picture is plastered all up on my page, let me know and I’ll take it down–if you throw a big enough fit and threaten to sue me–but I kept the photos pretty family-oriented so the chances of that actually happening would be slim to none.
So, long story short: Mom cried. Dad thought it was pretty cool. They ate dinner. They drank drinks. They ate cake. They opened presents. They watched a slideshow once Katie got it up and running. And of course, they took pictures. Everyone called it a night around 9:00 and headed out. Mom and Dad gushed every detail to me over the phone all the way home. They were happy. Very, very happy.