Scott and I had a secret task to get through this weekend. And yesterday, we weren't too confident that it would come off. Scott's little brother is turning thirty and his lovely girlfriend Nat decided to organise a surprise party to mark the occasion. But being a part of the decoy plan to lure him to the venue, the pressure was on. As is always the case with these schemes, there were a string of happenings that added to the stress and excitement. Scott did a fabulous job of keeping Andy occupied over numerous beers and a couple of footy matches at the pub. Then when it was go time, he actually did look surprised. I'm never too sure just how genuinely oblivious people are when it comes to a surprise party... but he played the part well if he did suspect something.
I have been feeling decidedly dusty today. It was a top night, with warm, funny characters and plenty of tasty nibbles and drinks that went down nice and easy. A funky little location too, which complimented the upbeat mood perfectly. Hard to believe the teenager I met twelve years ago, is now in his thirties. Happy days young Anders!