I wanted to make TK's 35th birthday a hit so, I planned a big Mets-themed surprise party for him and invited 60 of our family and friends. The food was all ballpark food with a few specialties thrown in, like Spanish rice and Guiness mac & cheese. We had soft pretzels, corn dog bites, hot dogs, hamburgers, salads and fries...all things you would find at Citi Field without looking very hard. I decorated with pennants, signs, blue and orange. For centerpieces, I got mit-shaped bowls and filled them with peanuts, and I got red and white popcorn boxes and filled them with (you guessed it) popcorn. Then I put together a play list on my iPod that included all songs that TK and I like (because I can't completely trust his taste in music) and named it "Party Like its 1975" because I like to be pithy and insult my husband even when he doesn't know I am. I also rented a tent and spent a large part of my tax return on it.
So, it went down like this...my dad took him, my uncle, his friend Matt and his brother Steven golfing that day. TK was pissed that he had to get up early to golf but if he didn't, people would have grown way too impatient waiting for him to arrive and would have left the party. So he golfed all day and then my dad brought him in for the surprise, and I was the only one to say "Surprise!" Oops. He was slightly surprised though because he knew something was going on but didn't know the extent of the planning, time and money spent on the party, of which I am glad.
After all of the planning, running around, secrets, food and fun, TK told me that this was the best birthday he ever had and it was ALL worth it.
