Although I don’t know the exact path I followed to get here, Susan Spann has a weekly writing prompt on Mondays on her blog. Since I don’t blog very often, I thought perhaps it might be interesting to play along. Therefore, this is my first response. Her prompt was “surprise”.
I have always wanted a surprise party. A group of my friends getting together on my birthday to have cake and ice cream and chit chat about who knows what and possibly play video games. For awhile, when I was between the ages of fourteen and twenty, I got my hopes up every year that someone would have a surprise party. I was surprised every year by disappointment when no one had a party for me. One year I even thought my mom had done something for me because she kept telling me she wasn’t doing anything for me, hadn’t gotten a cake, didn’t intend to…
She meant it, though. She didn’t do anything for me. There was no cake, no ice cream, definitely no surprise party. They were surprised when I showed up at their house for traditional cake and ice cream. She offered to go get me something when I looked crushed, but by that point I was inconsolable.
I gave up on the idea of surprise parties after that, but secretly, somewhere down in the depths of my heart, I still hope for a surprise party every year, that friends I didn’t expect will show up for dinner. The closest I’ve come was last year when a pair of friends came down for a write-in and went with us to dinner. Thanks to their generosity with the sangria, I couldn’t drive home. My sister bought dinner for me. It was a nice dinner.
Maybe someday someone will know. I can’t tell them, you see, because that would be cheating. It won’t be a surprise if I tell anyone, right?