Birthday Shenanigans

Can I just say, my roommates are way better than yours. I don't even care if your roommates are Boba Fett and Werner Heisenberg, my roommates still top that. Why? Because they lied to me and deceived me on my birthday, resulting in only the best surprise party ever.

They all finished class around noon yesterday, while I still went strong from 2-5. It was just enough time for them to bake cakes, brownies, and rice crispie treats, blow up balloons, clean the apartment, and hide it all from view - except the brownies. They said they cleaned the apartment and baked brownies as my birthday present, and I thought to myself, "These girls really get me! That was so thoughtful. La-dee-da!" Then, we went to dinner. Two came late, supposedly having to shower. After dinner, we came back to the apartment and I was asked to open the door since my keys were easily accessible. Then everyone inched back. I opened the door and saw streamers, and thought to myself, "Oh, they must have stayed behind to decorate the apartment! That's why they were late to dinner. La-dee-da!" Then everyone inched back more and I was attacked on all sides by yelling and lights coming on and people climbing out from behind couches. I freaked out. Mainly because for the longest, the only person I could see was a friend of a friend that I had never seen before crawling out from under our coffee table. (It's a tad hazy, but I vaguely remember pointing at him and yelling, "Who is that!?!" over and over. Sorry about that, bruh.) Once I got over the initial shock, I was asked to retrieve something from the pantry. When I opened the pantry someone else was in there and yelled at me. I freaked out again. Then, because my game is rarely even on for parties I know about and can prepare for, much less ones that take me by surprise, I told everyone that my mom planned a surprise birthday party for my fourteenth birthday and I cried. My roommates again proved to be the best ever because they swooped in right after that crash and burn, suggesting we sing and cake. We did. And listened to R. Kelly's "Ignition (Remix)". And did the wop and the dougie. And if that wasn't enough, my roommates again proved to be the best ever because they told me of how they had tried to invite Casey/KC to come, but couldn't find him.

So, yes, you should be jealous that I live with three - and sometimes four - of the raddest kids on the block.