David had been acting suspiciously for a while. I found out eventually, but didn't know the whole story until I heard about the botched attempt at a mariachi band and I opened the door to a "Surprise!" from a crowd of people, including some of my best buddies who had flown in from out of town.
3 gourmet cakes
A slide show of pics of me with my people
A house-full of people who love me including 3 who flew in
A book with adorations and praises to my wonderfulness (I haven't read it all yet--but I can only image that's what is in there)
David knows how to do it right!
Then he got a hotel room for me and my 3 ladies who flew in.
We stayed up way past our bedtime, ate junk, and reminisced.
Shayla, my college roomie.
She got me a crocheted rat and flaming hots. The brother rat is with her in ID.
Notice the fancy pool in the background.
And then there's Anna, who I grew up with in Nola. We were also college roomies.
And Emilee, David's cousin who kinda introduced us for the first time.
These are 40 year olds trying to take a selfie:
These are 40 year olds realizing how lame our selfie attempts are:
Heading to breakfast
Emilee came and hung with us afterward. She made these matching shirts:
"Beautiful, bodacious, blonde, beehive, babes."
That's what we used to call ourselves back in the day.
Of course Sybil got a hold of Emilee's phone and took a better selfie than 3 40-year-olds managed.
When Emilee read her a book, Sybil said, "She sounds like GG."
A walk to McDonalds:
A bike ride to the park:
David's a good man to put this all together for me.
He's passed out on the couch now with the flu.
Poor man. I love him.
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