Rob's "Surprise" 40th Birthday Party

So, Rob’s big 40 was approaching, and I decided to throw him a surprise party at a restaurant with all of his friends. About a month out, I started scheming and planning, covering my tracks carefully. I called friends, gathered addresses, sent invitations, made reservations, wrote up a questionnaire entitled, “Just How Well Do You Know Your Good Buddy, Rob?” put together scrapbook pages of my favorite photos of him, bought a glow-in-the-dark volleyball for the “after party,” and barely mentioned his birthday to him—just enough to acknowledge it but not enough to arouse suspicions, especially in a person who is suspicious by nature. . . . He didn’t have a clue. Not a clue. That is, until 2 hours before the party when the chinese restaurant called our home to confirm reservations for 18. I was at the girls’ dance competition in Clearfield all day. Ya. I had already confirmed the reservation two days prior. Duh! . . . If only I had thought to give them my cell phone number. Durr. . . . So, now I know I could never get away with murder—I would probably leave just one tiny careless clue that would be my undoing. Too bad—that Asian woman would have been toast!