Well, my birthday is not until next Monday, so the surprise worked. Mary set me up big time. There were so many hints I should have picked up on, not the least of which was when Mary and I were having breakfast at a local restaurant on Sunday and I got a call from a friend who said: “Hi, Ken. Coburn here. I know you’re having something like your 75th birthday, ha ha, but I have another commitment today and won’t be able to make it.” I honestly felt, knowing this individual, that he was confused, probably called the wrong person or something, and told him he was mistaken. “Heck, we’re not having any kind of party.” Of course, my confusion was built partly on the fact that he did call me directly, which would have indicated that it wasn’t a surprise, anyway. Unbeknownst to me, Mary was seething with that call. She said, “Well, if we were having a party, we wouldn’t be inviting Coburn anyway.” “Right,” I said, and went back to my eggs.
See, the setup started a couple of weeks earlier when I got an email, along with others, from our agent, Catherine. She said she was having a surprise party for her husband, Scott, at 2:30 on the 24th. Mary knew I was going into the office on Sunday and made me promise to leave by two so that we would not be late for Scott’s party. Grudgingly, I agreed, even when she called at 2:10 p.m. I went by the house, where Mary was waiting outside (interesting). As we drove into the parking lot for the cabin where the party was, I remarked, “What are those balloons doing on the post?”
“Well,” Mary said, “it IS a birthday party.” “Right,” I said, “but Scott will see them and it will blow the surprise.” “Ken,” said my quick Mary, “Scott thinks it’s a party for somebody else!” “Oh,” says me, “that makes sense.”
So we arrive. Gee, one space is open right in front of the front door, and we walk in. Imagine my shock – SHOCK, I tell you – when I see about 60 of my friends, some who have traveled from around the State, and cameras flashed, and of course, the house rocked with “Happy Birthday”. Damn, you just can’t trust your wives anymore! Click here to see the slide show that my friend, Paul Winters, put together.
Oh, yeah, I’m now officially an old fart (or will be on Monday) – at 60. __________________________________________ Want to buy or sell a SnowHome in Summit County? Please visit our website. All the property listings are there. When you live or visit here, you will know "Snow Place Like Home". |
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