what’s up with: surprise birthday parties?
05/03/2008
I don’t get it. Are we all 14? Are we still doing birthday parties? With cake and balloons and little hats and punch from a little plastic cup? And “surprise!” followed by *feigned surprise*?
Received our second surprise-birthday party invite today. Both were sent by the dude’s significant other. They usually involve very secretive operations, very complicated plans, very over-the-top dramatics, and a very pedestrian climax. I’m a grinch. I know.
I like a surprise as much as the dude down the street, but it does not involve gazillions of family and/or friends.
<– /begin shamless plug –>
I mean, if KF surreptitiously got me a present (64GB solid state preferred, but who’s splitting hairs?), that’d surprise the socks off of me.
<– /end shameless plug –>
But squeezing 30 people behind a sofa to yell at me on my birthday is more likely to piss me off more than anything.
Do women find some kind of need to organise a surprise thing for their significant others to:
1) play some kind of conduitory role in their S.O’s lives?
2) assuage the guilt of occupying the rest of his life?
3) assert the happy-yuppie-but-we’re-still-kids status for the viewing public?
4) all of the above?
I’m a grinch. I know.
