Thank you to everyone for Igwe’s birthday wishes. His face still hurts from all the blushing. His birthday was on Monday, October 29th, but we celebrated on Saturday, October 27th and Sunday, October 28th. This post is coming in a week late, I apologize. Let me try my best to break it down as much as I can. For his birthday, I planned him two surprises: a get-together on Saturday and a bowling party on Sunday. Let’s start from Friday.
Friday: Funmie came over to cook and fry the meats while Igwe was at work. Meanwhile, the meats and fish had been in the deep freezer since Wednesday, but Igwe had no idea. That’s how you can tell who enters – and doesn’t enter – the kitchen. So on Friday, I told Igwe that Funmie was over at the house prepping meats for an event she had to cater. She was doing it in our house because she and her mom got into argument. She would leave the meats at our house and come back to pick them up on Saturday. He believed me.
Saturday: The get-together was planned for about 30 people at home. Funmie was in charge of cooking all the food, except the pepper soup which I did. Funmie said I should try and get him out of the house before 11am. So I managed to get him out of the house by 10:30am. I told him we were going to have breakfast at IHOP. I chose IHOP because it was Saturday morning, and I knew they would be mad busy. 20 minutes later we had a table. We ate.
Stop Number 2: After eating, I had somewhere else to take him, I told him, and this was all in celebration of his birthday. We went to a nail salon. I took him to the one all the way in Essex, about 40 minutes away from us because I was trying desperately to kill time. The invite for people to come was 4pm, and I was hoping we’d be back home by 5pm, latest. When we got to the salon, he smiled, but he acted all nonchalant toward it. Imagine my surprise when I saw him sitting on the massage chair with both eyes closed and the chair vibrating him. That girl scrubbed about 10 pounds of dead skin from his feet. He couldn’t stop admiring his hands and feet.
Stop Number 3: A drive to and past my former apartment with mom in Essex. I absolutely loved that place. It was not huge or fancy, but it was ours, and I loved it so much. Got a little teary eyed driving past the neighborhood. My only reason for taking him there was to kill some more time.
Stop Number 4: To the mall. I took him to Macy’s. I was not trying to buy him anything, nor was I trying to buy anything for myself. I was headed to The Great Cookie. It wasn’t originally part of the plan, but Funmie came to the house two hours late! Remember I left at 10:30? Well, she did not get there till 12:30pm. So we went through Macy’s because I knew he’d want to look around. While there, he bought himself two shirts and a two-tone blazer for me.
Stop Number 5: The Great Cookie. I bought some sugar cookies. I did not feel like eating those cookies. I only bought them because I was trying to waste more time. Although he was pouting while I was purchasing them and saying he did not want them, he ate 90% of them.
Stop Number 6: Cold Stone Creamery. We went to get some ice cream. Again, I did not feel like having ice cream. I only did it because I was trying to stall. I only had about 30% of my ice cream. He had all of his.
Stop Number 7: Movie theater. We watched Taken 2. I wanted to watch something else that started later, just because I wanted more time. But he insisted on watching Taken. Darn!
Stop Number 8: On our way home, I just had to stop at the store to get a shower curtain cause ours had to be changed now, now, now!!
Finally, we were home. He was not surprised. *sigh* Apparently, he already suspected about two days before, although he was not sure of the details. That said, even if he did not know, he would have known once we parked because one of the guests was just walking in AND you could hear the noise of those inside from outside. I gave up. But it was a very fun night. I was – still am - really grateful to everyone who came out. House was packed full and hot. More food and drinks than we could all consume. I was on the verge of falling asleep in the middle of the event. I was exhausted!
Sunday: Naturally, he was not expecting anything from me on Sunday. After all, who gets two surprise events for one birthday? I drove to church. He should have suspected because I never offer to drive. I don’t like driving. But I drove to church. And then, on the way back, I drove again. Except that I took the wrong route.
He said, “Ah, ah. Where are you going?”
I said, “I’m taking you somewhere.”
He said, “Noooooooo! We’re going home.”
So we got to the bowling place before everyone. He had never, ever been bowling, which is why I chose to have him a bowling party. When we got there, he said he was not going to bowl because he was not dressed to bowl – whatever that meant, said he wanted to go home. So I handed him my phone and said, “Okay, we can go home. Just call everyone and tell them not to come.”
Him: Who is everyone?
He called his brother to ask if there was a bowling party. His brother lied and said nope. I took the phone and said, “You can tell him the truth.” So he did. Funmie and her sister, Seun walked in. More people walked in. Then more people. And before we knew it, there were 23 people bowling. Igwe was sooooooooooo happy. So much for not wanting to bowl. *insert violent eye-rolling*
Enough of the
talking writing. Enjoy the pictures. I was too tired to take pictures on Saturday. And on Sunday, I was taking the pictures, so I barely made it into anyone.
So you see why it took me so long to put up this post. How was your weekend?
P.S. Though he suspected the Saturday event, he still believed everything about Funmie coming to cook for an event she had to cater.
P.P.S. Don’t forget to Barack our world again tomorrow. Vote Obama! Forward with four more years. Gbam!!