I love balls.

On this bright and sunny Monday, I'd like to thank Mike and Heather for the big balls they gave me on Saturday afternoon.

Get your minds out of the gutter!

I mean, BOWLING!

That's right...they threw me a surprise party. A surprise BOWLING party!

Here's how it went:

Mike made me mad by not coming home until really late Friday night. As this is not unheard of in the realm of relationships, I didn't see anything out of the ordinary. Saturday afternoon, he recommended lunch in Venice, which, although I was still a little mad at him, I agreed to. But I was mad at him during lunch, because he wouldn't make eye contact with me, the big meanie. Afterwards, he promised me we could visit the puppies at my favorite pet store, but then offered to take me bowling. Don't know what made me amenable to THAT idea, I agreed, and followed him in to the building. As we walked towards the shoe desk, I was complaining about the enormous stain I had gotten on my jacket at lunch. Suddenly, he stops, clearing his throat loudly. I look over and see the one and only Ben Dietz! Then, Miss Heather Almost Dietz turns around. In the next 10 seconds, a slow, not at all symphonic SURPRISE filled the alley. 5 minutes later, I realized that it was for me! 5 minutes to figure out that it was MY birthday, they were MY friends, and it was a party for me!

Yay!

I had a big chocolate cake, broke 100 twice, balloons and flowers...it was fricken fantastic!

As it turns out, Mike stayed out all night on Friday because he couldn't keep a secret. He wouldn't make eye contact with me Saturday morning because he thought I'd figure something out. It worked! Boy was I surprised! (note: no photos will be made available from this event as it was a total surprise, and I was not in Party mode - no makeup, unwashed hair, stained shirt...bleck!)

Fun times with some good friends. But I'm still fighting off the 'late 20's.'