Sorry about the delay in posting. It's been one ridiculous week and I'm just now recovering, but that's another story.
Last weekend, I went to California.
Yep. You should have seen the look on Dr. Williams' face when I told him in class Thursday that, "Je vais aller en Californie ce week-end."
My mom turned 50 on Tuesday, Feb 5, and Uncle Mike had a crazy idea. Back in November, he emailed me with the beginnings of his birthday plans for my mom. The whole family (and several friends) were in on it. And everything went off without a hitch.
I flew into LAX Friday evening, where Uncle Tim picked me up and drove me to Uncle Pat's house where I spent the night.
The next day, we decorated the house, and everyone showed up around 11:45.
At 12:30 my mom, who thought she was coming up to sort photos (and couldn't understand why the whole family wanted to tag along), got to the house. I can't tell you just how excited she was when she walked in to her whole family shouting "surprise!" but it sounded awesome.
She seemed a bit bemused, though, when they made her open presents first. The first was a beautiful claddagh necklace and earrings. The second was a huge box that I jumped out of when she started to open it.
That expression of surprise, I can tell you all about. And I must say, her face was priceless. I think it's safe to say that Uncle Mike is pretty good at this whole surprise party planning thing.
I went back home with my family for the night and left the next morning out of Lindbergh Field.
So that's what I did with my weekend. Everything went perfectly, except that I finally decided to get sick Saturday morning.
Oh! And Milo Ventimiglia was on my flight from PIT to LAX. I didn't talk to him, but he was there!
And I've a few more posts bouncing around in my head, so you'll hear form me again soon!
God bless you guys,
-Rebekah
16 February 2008
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3 comments:
Thanks for the update. Congratulations to you all for pulling off this surprise. And no one deserves this more than your Mom.
So is "week-end" French for weekend?
Those French sure are lazy about making up their own words.
(I blithely ignore the fact that half the words in English are derived from French.)
Let's call it a mutually beneficial etymological situation.
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