Thanksgiving 2008: Black Birthday Surprise

After having 9 hours of black friday shopping, I got home at 9am and crashed. So for the middle part of my birthday, I spent it sleeping. I woke up around 3:30pm to find that John was going to drop of his sister back home. Not feeling particularly in a rush to get ready, I jumped in the car with my pjs still on to accompany him. When we came home, John expressed his desire to go over to his Aunt’s house to have some Pho. Still feeling lazy, I took my time getting ready since I was really exhausted from the night before. While getting ready, I could see John being visibly irked by my pace. I didn’t understand why he was in such a rush to eat. After throwing some clothes on, I quickly released what I mess I really looked and decided that I didn’t want to look like a hobo on my birthday. So I decided to change. By this time John was rushing me and telling me anything he could to get me out of the house. Let me inform you that when John is hungry, there is nothing that can stop this guy. So I just shrugged it off as him being desperately hungry.

Finally his pushing and pushing pushed my buttons, and I got upset. I was tired of hearing him rush me on what I considered to be MY DAY. He kept going on and on and on on how hungry he was, and how rude it was to have his aunt wait for us. I got so upset that I told him that I no longer wanted to go. It was my day, all I asked was to look presentable on MY BIRTHDAY, and he couldn’t even give me that much because his stomach was telling him that he was hungry. I was soooooo beyond upset. I cried. I cried for I don’t know how long. I felt so sad. I didn’t understand why he had to push me so hard. I hate when he gets crabby when he’s hungry, it bugs me so much. He eventually calmed down, and told me that he was sorry and that he didn’t mean to be mean, but it was too late. I was upset, I cried. I didn’t want to go anywhere. It was my birthday, and he ruined it by only thinking of himself and his hunger. Keep in mind that this entire conversation took place in my upstairs bedroom.

I made it clear to John that I wanted nothing to do with him, his Pho, and his Aunt’s house. I left my room, walked downstairs, with John behind me, only to find our entire dinette table covered in food. I looked partially confused, then my aunt and my mom popped their heads out of the corner, and my sister shot out of the family room telling me that I REALLY NEED TO GO UPSTAIRS. AWWWWWWWW, they’re throwing me a surprise party. Well, I can say that now, but at that point I was still upset. I didn’t want to see anyone. I didn’t want to party. I was sad. I was upset. I was mad at John. He told me that his job was to get me out of the house by all means necessary. I said “even at the expense of me crying! What kind of surprise is that!” I was not in the partying mood. John tried for like an hour to make me feel better, but it was too late, I couldn’t stop crying.

Eventually my dad came in the room and told me to go downstairs because everyone was waiting for me. I was still sad. I was still sad, and knew that everyone would know that I was still sad. I threw some water on my face, and attempted to not look sad. It was my birthday. Let’s try to save this surprise party…

You can totally tell I was crying. I’m telling my best friends that “John made me cry” and then John made a face.

My high school friends who’ve always been there for me

It was so sad. I was in such a bad mood, I couldn’t enjoy the deliciousness that is Buca Di Beppo

My grandparents

That’s right. I turned 72. I know, I don’t look a day over 50. fyi, I pretty much LOVE burnt almond cake. I could it eat it for days. Love it!

Ok, really, how can I be mad with hugs as great as this one?

And of course, no Filipino party is complete without karaoke! ”…you’re takin’ me…to the point of no return..”

These guys performed THE best Rick Astley’s Never Gonna Give You Up, just so they could rick roll everyone in the room

My sisters

By the end of the party, I was ok. I was happy I was surrounded by friends and family on my birthday, but John’s learned that it’s better to ruin the surprise than to make me cry. A bunch of my friends hit up the bars afterwards, and I was supposed to too. But after black friday shopping, and crying my eyes out for a few hours, I was pooped.

So what do you think? Should John have just told me the surprise to prevent me from crying? Or was making me cry worth the surprise? Btw, he wanted to tell me, but my mom (who was in charge of the surprise party) forbade him to tell me. He even told her that I was crying, and she still wouldn’t budge. But ooh, you can see my birthday Uggs in this picture!