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Birthday fallout

October 4th, 2004 · No Comments · Conny, Personal, Travel

Sorry for the absence. I had no idea how much physical harm an enraged wife can do with an ironing board. But luckily, it was nothing two weeks in the hospital couldn’t fix. Sorry for the lapse, but it’s hard to type while in traction.

Actually, most of you know I’d never give my wife an appliance for a holiday gift, unless it vibrates or is some sort of entertainment equipment. So here’s what really went down:

Since I had been busy for the past several weeks engineering a gift of some magnitude, I wanted to spring it on her in the most dramatic way possible. First we gathered a dozen or so friends together at a fine Irish pub in the village for drinks and food and merriment. Once Conny View definition in a new window was sufficiently tipsy, we migrated to the nearby apartment of a good friend in attendance for the opening of the presents.

Being that my better half is known to enjoy a reality game show or three, I decided to make the process of opening the gift a game. When she opened her present, she found an envelope with directions, and more envelopes to shuffle to give out to the guests. She dealt out one envelope to each person there. In side the envelope was the description of a possible “gift” for Conny. Conny’s mission, through a series of yes or no questions, was to deduce what the real gift was. Only one gift was plausible. The rest were ridiculous or things Conny would never want.

When I put this whole thing together, it seemed like a great way to involve the entire party in a social game, and I didn’t think it would be too easy or too hard.

Of course, I neglected to factor in the decay in deductive reasoning a person may experience after a few drinks.

But, luckily, the format of the game allowed everyone to help, and after a brief bumpy start, Conny was able to eliminate some of these possible gifts:

  • A trip to the Basketball Hall of Fame in Springfield,MA
  • A pony*
  • A motorcycle
  • A tarantula
  • An ironing board
  • Camping in the Okeefenokee swamp

    * Bad choice of a fake gift by me. She actually wanted the pony.

It only took about fifteen minutes for her to figure out her real gift: 5 days and 4 nights at Disney World, Florida.

Of course, she was delighted. Then I dropped the real bomb: we were leaving the following morning. I arranged with her wonderful boss for her to have the following Monday through Wednesday off. After we left the party and got home, we would be packing, because in the morning, we leave for the airport.

She was speechless. I may never be able to pull off a complete surprise of this magnitude on my wife again, but at least I did it once. But one thing I did learn: next surprise trip present, don’t book the flight so damn early in the morning. What was I thinking?

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