It was a disco inferno

What do you get the man who has everything for his birthday?

And by everything, I mean an unsurpassable group of friends who think he's the bees' knees.

Why, you get them all together in one room to celebrate - and then into another room - and another! 

Dave turned 30 this weekend, an occasion which has been anticipated for the last couple of months by e-mails flying to and fro (mostly fro) his wife, the effervescent Vaguely Urban, as she put together a surprise party that included

• Pink Pantheresque sneaking around involving passcode elevators and key cards that did and did not work,
• aborted Danny Gans plans,
• handmade cupcakes, salty snacks and assorted adult beverages,
• power drills, saws and hammering at 9:30 in the a.m.,
• cold, hard porcelain,
• Saltine crackers,
• cold, hard porcelain,
• apparently reaching the Champagne Brunch mimosa limit,
• a new room with a view of the mountains and a "welcome" box of chocolates intended for someone else,
• an afternoon run that took Boots, KK and me past the Colosseum, New York, Paris, Venice and the Sphinx, in just a few extremely crowded and windy miles,
• flames shooting out of a pool of bubbling water,
• a Virgin Mary that included mixed crudite for three,
• Chang's cocktails, including an apparently bottomless Key Lime Pie,
• a fortune cookie that informed me that a thrilling time was in my immediate future,
• indoor fireworks, which made me think of nothing so much as Great White,
• our own velvet ropes and a very tall, heavily muscled source of much-needed ear plugs, and (lest we forget)
• both Hiltons (Paris and Perez). 

I got home Sunday afternoon, ran 19 miles (!), ate the most delicious burrito in the world, went to bed, and woke up 11 hours later, late for work. 

When you have a group of 25 people that friendly and fun, you could assemble them anywhere and they'd all have a good time.  But dropping them in the middle of the playground that is Las Vegas - well, VU created memories that had me smiling even through the end of my three hour run, and will doubtless last till I see them all again.  Sniffle.

Comments

[Vaguely Urban]

I myself decided to forgo the 19 mile run and instead took up residence on the couch with the dog, an I.V. drip of herbal tea, and the 30 year old husband.

You were hotter than our hostits. I mean hostess.

[Angela]

That sounds incredibly enjoyable!

And now I need a cupcake.

[africankelli]

All these party details are fabulous (and from experience, so are those cupcakes) but 19 miles? Just out of the blue?! WOW.