My Birthday

My birthday was phenomenal. – Horribly embarrassing at times, but very fun. It started after lunch when one of my co-workers marched up to me with what at first looked like a backpack. Out of the corner of my eye I watched as she unzipped it and pulled out a violin. I flipped around, “Oh NO! – Oh, I could kill you.” was what I apparently said about four times. She had me hold her music sheet up as she played “Happy Birthday” to me. I turned every shade of red humanly possible and less than halfway through I started to cover my face with the music sheet.

I sent an email to Kurt and carbon copied it to my co-worker with the subject line “I give my permission” and in the body wrote, “You may kill her…she brought her violin to work and played ‘Happy Birthday’ to me”. Kurt replied with, “Ha ha ha ha ha!!!! All is forgiven for ruining the surprise about the Aerosmith tickets. Bravo!”

Ahhh the Aerosmith tickets… On Friday my co-worker received an email from her husband telling her that Aerosmith tickets for February 15th would go on sale on Saturday. Both of us were incredibly excited. I sent an email to Kurt to see if he would want to go. I didn’t get an answer all day so I told my co-worker that I would ask him when I got home. She was house sitting that weekend so I told her to give me a call.

When I got home I asked Kurt about Aerosmith. He said he didn’t want to go because it’s at the Tacoma Dome and that venue sucks, it’s too far away, and the concert is on a Wednesday. I went upstairs pouting. A few minutes later I went downstairs again, “What if we made it an anniversary thing?” I asked referring to the concert again. “No, it’s ten days from our anniversary.”

“But we could take Thursday off work”

“No”

I went upstairs pouting again. A few minutes passed and Kurt came upstairs. I asked him if he had made the reservations for Buca Di Beppo yet.

“No I don’t have the number” He started to go over to turn on his computer.

“I already have it on my screen – Here, it’s right here.”

“No.”

“But it’s already on my screen…”

“Stop being such a control freak!” he snapped. Control freak? I couldn’t figure out why Kurt was being such an ass (more so than usual). I went downstairs to pout some more. Later that evening Kurt wanted to go somewhere. I told him that I was waiting for my co-worker to call.

“Why?”

“Because we were going to go to the concert together.”

“AAHH! – God Damn it! – I hate her!”

“What?”

“Happy Birthday” he said dryly, “I was going to surprise you with tickets.”

So Monday evening came around, and we had eleven people show up (including myself) to dinner at Buca’s. I had so much fun, even though someone leaked to the waitress that it was my birthday. She came by with a candelabrum containing five candles. She said I get five wishes. I looked up over at Kurt, and loudly announced to the whole table, “I don’t think Kurt wants FIVE.” I slouched and started to pat my belly. Kurt leaped up and ran to the candles acting as if her were going to blow them all out himself to prevent me from my wishes.

I tried to blow out the candles, but none went out. One of the guys yelled, “Oh come on I heard you could blow harder than that.” Then someone else said, “No wonder Kurt is always so stressed out!” The waitress told that person, “I can’t believe you said that!” I told her to have a seat and stick around. – That’s nothing!

It was a great night with many stories told, one about the first time we ever went to Buca Di Beppo’s, and some about me. Two that came up about me were the cat traveling Northwest Airlines story and the rum & grapes story.