Ok, so throw back to yesterday when I said my friends couldn't get any better. I lied.
A week or so ago, Jack's lovely mother asked if I wanted to come over for dinner. Of course I did. So, I told her I'd bring a pie. I don't know why, but I did. I spent the past week hardcore stressing out over this pie. It kept me up at night. I asked people for advice, and constantly changed my mind. I had to avoid all chocolate pie, because Jack can't stomach chocolate. Finally, I decided on Key Lime, but then realized I didn't have time to make a key lime pie. So, I would make chocolate chip cookies instead, completely forgetting they had chocolate them. Jack pointed that out, and I felt so bad, I could have cried. I had to let it go, otherwise I'd get hives, so I suppressed my guilt.
Mama Polerecky picked Owen and I up at 7 o'clock on the dot, extremely enthusiastic about my cookies, which made me feel better. We had a nice talk, as we always do. We pulled into the driveway and she honked the horn. I thought that was strange, but I didn't really read into it. I casually walked in the back door, and BAM!
Edward Sharpe and The Magnetic Zeros song Home is blasting, and my closest friends all simultaneously scream, "SURPRISE!!!!!" I became numb. I didn't know how to behave. Balloons fell from the ceiling. They were my favorite colors, lilac, emerald, and cobalt. I was so happy, I felt dead. There they stood. Courtney, Elizabeth, Noah, Jack, Walker, Maggie, Mary Beth, Michelle, Connor, and Kaylee. Smiling at me. I've never wanted to cry so much in my entire life, but I just couldn't do it. I just gave out hugs. I didn't want to let go of anyone of them. I was shaking, and unable to form the right words. Then Kendall walked in. Yup, that's right. Kendall. I was sure I was dreaming, but Jack's red pants brought me back to reality.
Elizabeth prepared multicolored cupcakes and tasty frosting. Their was chicken enchiladas, which was awesome because I had been looking forward to those. We ate and chatted and I was happy. Then twister came into the mix. Noah and Mary Beth became the ultimate twister masters, and I watched my friends intertwine themselves. Let me tell you, it's far more fun to watch a game of twister than it is to play. I really hope someone got pictures. It was priceless.
Now, this is the part of the night where I die. I was sitting down in the living room, and I turned around. I turned around, and turned back around and hid my face. It felt like a dream, but I was pretty sure I saw Noah standing in the doorway with a case that resembled the shape of a banjo. The only word I could find was "No." Then he handed me the real deal. A beautiful banjo. I didn't know what to do again. I still don't know what to do. I have separation anxiety, and had to take it to word today. I named him Patrick. He's great. Life is great. Not to mention Courtney, who made me two CDs complete with every Ed Sheeran song. SAY WHAT?
We danced the rest of the night away. There was a strobe light and everything. There is nothing cooler than dancing with a strobe light. Talk about disorientation. I was so happy. I didn't know what to do, so I punch an owl piƱata, whose name was Fernando, until candy spilled out of his gut. I just kept hugging everyone. Feeling loved is great. The whole night was perfect.
I got home and just cried for two hours. I love my friends. That was the absolute nicest thing anyone has ever done for me. I hope they all know, especially the ones who planned it, realize how much I love them. You are all such a large part of my life, and I don't know what I'd without you. I hope I can be half as good of a person as you all are. I love you.
Lauren, you are included all this. We missed you last night!
I'm truly convinced that I have the greatest friends ever. They don't get better than what I've got.
I'm going to go play my banjo now.
Feeling loved,
Nowhere Girl


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