My Birthday!

I should have known something was up when my brother asked for a huge container of my Crackuccino…
It all started late last night when I decided it would be a good idea to stay up and work on Nephilim, armed with a 32 oz. container of my patented Crackuccino. I got a lot of writing done (I’m almost done with the red edit – which means all I have left is the yellow and green then it’s off to the editor) and ended up having some awesome conversations as well. Literally one after another. Which I don’t mind.
After all, I’m a human first, an author second.
Anyway, as usual, I took random breaks to harass my big brother, at one point football tackling him while he was watching a movie on the couch – only to be largely ignored. The only time he really talked to me was to discuss his latest novel in progress.
And I’m not gonna lie, that kind of stung, because birthdays are a huge deal to him, and he was acting like it was just another day. I expected, I don’t know, more from him. But it looked like he was treating it as just another day. He didn’t even TELL me happy birthday, even though I kept taking breaks to harass him and give him the opportunity to.
So after my last uneventful harassment I kind of just closed myself off in my room and sulked. I didn’t feel like writing anymore, but my body was too wired up to go to sleep, so I decided to play some Zelda-
-I wasn’t even playing 10 minutes when he came into my room, fully dressed, and wordlessly picked me up and carried me to the car. I tried to get my phone, but he wouldn’t let me, so I’m only JUST NOW able to see all the messages and emails you guys sent me!
Anyway, if any of you even remotely know me, you know I’m not just gonna go quietly into anything, so I shot off a million questions to him as he placed me in the passenger’s seat and got in the driver’s seat and started the car.
He didn’t say a word.
Nothing.
I eventually just gave up and sat back, resigning myself to seeing what this big goofy motherfucker had planned for me, then realized that I was still in what amounted to pajamas: a pair of his boxers and one of his t-shirts, both of which were victims of my tie dye phase. They were huge (translate: comfortable) on me, but I wasn’t dressed to be publicly seen anywhere.
I related this to him, but he stayed quiet.
I hate to admit it, but I was excited. And intrigued. My brother is not normally a spontaneous person, so I knew this wasn’t something he decided to do off the top of his head.
I vowed that if we were doing something stupid like going to a McDonald’s drive-thru or something, I was going to spider monkey him right there in the car.
I’ll go ahead and forward through what eventually happened: apparently, he had rented out an entire party hall, had it decorated with happy birthday decorations, and had all our close friends waiting on me to arrive.
Apparently, the reason he was being so mysterious back at the house is because he was waiting for word that everything was in place!
He had been planning this for a while, my bestie (who was, of course, there) informed me. And yeah, I was dumbstruck. At first, I was actually speechless. Can you imagine me, speechless?! It doesn’t happen very often. But I was today.
In fact, total disclosure: I actually cried.
And no, not because I’m “a girl” (and fuck you if you think like that), but because he went through so much trouble and spent so much money… and my friends got up retarded early just so they could throw this party for me before they started their day at work…
It was literally the best birthday I’ve ever had.
Afterward, my brother took me out to eat (keep in mind I’m still in his boxers and t-shirt!) and then to the mall, where I got some new clothes (which I changed into in the bathroom) and a few other things.
And he paid for everything!
I know he winced when I danced into the Bath & Body Works! ?
And now I’m home.
Thank you so much everyone who sent me emails, direct messages, and text messages wishing me happy birthday – it looks like I won’t have to block anyone after all! ❤
Anyway, I’m exhausted, and I swear I’ll respond to everything tomorrow, but for now, I’m jumping in the shower and hitting the bed HARD.
So until tomorrow…
#Love