Day one of this and my big mouth
So I was going to start this off with something completely different, but after the evenings latest occurence, I must spill what just happened.
I’m leaving for India on a little five month expedition in 4 days…meaning I am racking my nerves, trying to figure out last minute items I need, people I want to call, etc…its a good feeling knowing that I am leaving with no strings, commitments, or attachments behind.
The other event that is going on is that I am throwing my mother a surprise 50th birthday party on Saturday (in two days). I should be banned from throwing parties. When I decide that I am the host of any sort of gathering, I ensure that every person with any amount of personal contact (glares included) with myself gets invited. You can bet that I have had some ragers over the years. For example, Senior year homecoming dance+parents overseas= a bash!! So, when I decided to have a party for my mom, I did some major calling, oh yes I did. What’s the result now? Her brother from Iowa and her cousin from Virginia are both flying into Oakland tomorrow evening. So you can bet that I’ve been excited regarding the chances for a successful surprise party.
Well, I’m chatting with my friend Lara on the phone with my room door closed, perousing through nostalgic slideshows on my computer, and I hear my dad yell my name “Raaaaayvaz!” The phone simultaneously disconnected with Lara, and I left the room to seek what this yell was regarding. I walk into my parents room where it is dark and only my father is laying in bed. My mother is downstairs. He says in a low, stern voice, “Your mother heard you talking on the phone. She heard you say ‘my two uncles are coming tomorrow’. You have a big mouth.”
What?!? I wanted to slap myself. Damnit. After being able to keep a secret and be so excited about it for weeks, I had spilled the beans a day before their arrival. She had somehow heard me. I could have sworn I had whispered it softly over the phone while my room was closed. Shucks. I decided to go downstairs and do some computer biz with a Death Cab for Cutie’s “Transatlanticism” album in my hand. Sitting down I was anxiously awaiting my mother’s appearance and interrogation. It came…
“Tell me what’s going on. Are Brian and Roy coming tomorrow? I hate surprises, please just tell me. Look at me. The house is a mess. I won’t be able to handle it if they are here and the house is like this. What’s going on Saturday night?”
I tried as hard as I could to tell my mom that she had misheard what I said on the phone and that was talking preposterously. I had my usual grin on my face. Even when I’m not guilty of a “crime”, throughout my childhood, I can’t help but grin or laugh…which makes me look like an even bigger culprit. But I think it benefited me this time. I was somewhat able to laugh it off like she was crazy. I think she’s on to it though. We’ll see how it all goes down this weekend. Although the party is Saturday night, my uncles fly in tomorrow. My dad and I had decided earlier that they would come over tomorrow night, instead of grabbing a hotel and just killing time for 24 hours before the par-lay. This would ease the shock for my mom for Saturday (actually, probably give it away), allow us all to have more time together, and not force them into wasting ducats on a hotel. We’ll see how everything goes down…
Damn dude, that was classic. I gotta call you up and see how things went down.
I wish my underpants flew.