Monday, March 22, 2010

A Birthday Surprise

We pulled it off!

Two weeks ago, Mr. Wiz called to ask me what I was doing the following weekend. I had plans to go to Utah with Eener for her birthday. He goes on to explain to me that his wife had been a little down in the dumps lately, she wasn't really looking forward to turning 27 and was missing her besties like crazy. He then offered to fly me to Denver for the ultimate birthday surprise.

I, of course, accepted.

I arrived to DIA late Thursday night. Lauren's flight was delayed because of the HOLY TORNADO out of NOWHERE in Vegas that hit Thursday evening. I killed some hours poking around on Facebook (shocking) and catching up on some reading. Josh came to pick us up and we were just giddy with excitement. He had told Linzi that his friend Cory had an overnight layover in Denver and would be staying with them that night. This guy went as far as creating a fake email account and then reading the email aloud to his wife, as well as putting Lauren and I under Cory's name in his phone. We were so sneaky!! The Wizzes live up in the mountains now so it takes a little bit of time to get up there. Around 2:30 a.m., we got to the house, and Josh went in to wake Linzi to tell her that "Cory" wanted to say hello. "Babe. It's 2:30 in the morning. I don't have a bra on." He told her, "Come on." After realizing it would be rude not to come out and say hello, she did.


She was soooo happy she cried herself to sleep that night (sorry Wiz, it's just so touching!). That was the start of the best birthday surprise weekend ever.

And of course, on Friday, Denver got over a foot on snow. What do you do on a snow day? Hit up the bars, OBV. It took us an hour to get about 20 miles from her house but we arrived in Morrison and our first stop was The Holiday Bar because they have a Big Buck Hunter. As soon as we arrived to that bar, we heard that 285 S...our way home, was closed. Maybe it's because it looked like this outside.

I could definitely think of worst places and worst people to be stranded with so we made the best out of the afternoon. We ate at the Morrison Inn for some delicious Mexican fare and then went to an old favorite, Vinny's where the SHOTSKI happened. That's right. Shotski and I'm not even being cute right now. They put four shots in a ski, you tip back and take it all down at once. As you can see below, it was not the best tasting shot I'd ever had.

Saturday, we slept in and then started prepping to entertain. A few of our nearest and dearest came over to ring in the festivities. Linzi's cousin, Erin, brought the party with a SpongeBob pinata that was half the size and weight of the largest guy at the party. This thing was so massive, we couldn't even hang it from the ceiling so we decided that a LAUNCH meeting a ski pole would definitely be the way to get this thing done. Here is what happened when SpongeBob met Lauren.

Sunday was spent recovering. Oh wait, no, we woke up and started drinking because the sun actually decided to come out and it was the actual big 2-7 day which seemed like two VERY GOOD reasons to start drinking red wine at noon. After a few hours of soaking up the sun on The Wizzes porch, we headed over to Evergreen to visit the Granquists. This was the first time in many years that I was in the same room as my complete second family. Jim, Cheri, Amy, Michael, Linzi + AND MORE. Not to mention the latest (and cutest, sorry Michael) addition to the clan, Mr. Henry James, son of Amy and Ben.

It was a fun-filled weekend fulls of lots of love and laughter. A special thank you from the bottom of my heart to Josh Wickler, for winning Husband of the Year award and bringing the three of us together for this unforgettable weekend. Thank you, thank you, thank you.


Panda said...

Love love love this!!! Good decision Ham.

skizzybizzybingbang said...

AWWWWWWW goddamnit!!!! I want to have been there!!!!!!
whose dog is that that looks like mousse?

katiek said...

Thanks for the support, Panda! PY, we wish you would have been there, too! We've got to get you out there one of these trips. That is The Wickler's dog, Oliver, SO CUTE...he is almost a year old, they adopted him like six months ago. XO!

Jenn said...

That's definitely pretty damn awesome.