Therefore, you can imagine how surprised we all were when I planned a surprise 30th birthday party for my little sister ... and never spilled the beans. Quite a feat, actually.
On Sunday, I lured her away from her room for Starbucks and some fresh air. While we lounged, her friend unpacked and set up the food spread I brought and the cupcakes our mom brought. So, there we were, just chillin like villains as Ash rocked her princess party hat ... and then, SURPRISE!
We packed nearly 30 people into a teeny-tiny hospital room. I'm talking a room the size of a big bathroom. Ashley asked to be upgraded to a room with a fridge and a minibar, but for some reason it hasn't happened yet. But, honestly, who cares about the size? We were packed in like sardines and we had a grand time. What better way to meet folks at a party than have to share a seat with them?
I think my favorite part was when we wheeled the birthday girl out into the hallway to blow out the candle on her gluten-free cheesecake. You know, because her room is highly oxygenated ... which means blowing them out in her room would result in a big bang for the whole hospital (that's my kind of party!).
A rousing chorus of Happy Birthday to You sung at the top of our lungs during the floor's posted quiet hours sort of made me happy, too. Most importantly, it made Ashley happy. And if you have to turn 30 in a hospital room -- you should at least get to be obnoxious about it, right?
And, no, there's no way this day was fueled by percocet (for her) and champagne (for the rest of us). What kind of people do you take us for?!