Redeemed
Shortly after writing my last entry, I got dressed and put my makeup on, since it would be pretty close between when I got home with Morgan and when Dad would be coming to take us to dinner. The extra effort to look nice was because I wasn't sure where we were going, and I'd rather be overdressed than under. So I get Morgan, come home, and sort of tiddle around the house until I hear a knock on the door that doesn't sound like the way dad knocks. I figure it's probably one of the neighbors or a very late mailman delivering the package Alan said he was sending for my birthday. So I open up the door, and it's ALAN!! Standing on my doorstep! With this big cheeky grin on his face, mirrored by my dad, standing right behind him.
The sneaky bastard had been planning on coming in "early" ever since he booked his tickets LAST SEPTEMBER. And he had my whole family in on it. Dad picked him up from the airport and brought him up here (apparently taking the day off work to do so), and said the look on my face when I opened the door was totally worth it. I was utterly gobsmacked. I didn't know whether to laugh or cry or hit him or snog him senseless. Alan, that is, not my dad. Ew.
So, yeah, what I was saying about my fertile imagination? I'd actually dared to think for a little bit that he would surprise me and show up on my birthday instead of Thursday. And you know how people can read things into subtext that aren't necessarily there? I was plugging so many things into my little fantasy equation. I made _everything_ fit into this heartbreaking (becase it would totally never happen) what-if scenario. It started when Dad told me "it's a surprise" where we were going, when I saw him on Saturday. And yesterday morning Mom sent me an email wishing me a happy birthday, and hoping "it's the best one ever" (which I thought was a very odd sentiment. 26. Woo-hoo). Alan didn't call me from work on Sunday night, nor any time during the day on Monday, though he knew I would be home all day. And the present not arriving I actually thought because he might be bringing it himself. Yeah, right, Sierra, get a grip. And when he called me at 6:30 just to say hi and wish me happy birthday and said he couldn't talk long, the timing was right for that to have been his short break at work, so I thought that was hard proof I'd been completely deluding myself.
BUT OMFG IT WAS ALL TRUE!!!!!!!! Alan had called me from my dad's cell phone, from the timing probably like right as they were parking in front of my apartment building. Now I'm glad that I bothered to dress nice and do my face.
Dad took Morgan and called up Rew (who laughed when I grumbled at him over the phone, "You were in on this?!" and said only, "Happy Birthday, Siece,") and they had dinner at Outback, and Alan and I went to Buca di Beppo, which was very good food but a damn lot of it. And then we came home and I wished so much that I hadn't sat on my ass all day and at least done a _little_ cleaning. My room was atrocious and I could have just died of embarrassment. I know, I should keep thing clean just on general principles, and now that I know Alan is, in fact, likely to just show up randomly, maybe I will.
The sneaky bastard had been planning on coming in "early" ever since he booked his tickets LAST SEPTEMBER. And he had my whole family in on it. Dad picked him up from the airport and brought him up here (apparently taking the day off work to do so), and said the look on my face when I opened the door was totally worth it. I was utterly gobsmacked. I didn't know whether to laugh or cry or hit him or snog him senseless. Alan, that is, not my dad. Ew.
So, yeah, what I was saying about my fertile imagination? I'd actually dared to think for a little bit that he would surprise me and show up on my birthday instead of Thursday. And you know how people can read things into subtext that aren't necessarily there? I was plugging so many things into my little fantasy equation. I made _everything_ fit into this heartbreaking (becase it would totally never happen) what-if scenario. It started when Dad told me "it's a surprise" where we were going, when I saw him on Saturday. And yesterday morning Mom sent me an email wishing me a happy birthday, and hoping "it's the best one ever" (which I thought was a very odd sentiment. 26. Woo-hoo). Alan didn't call me from work on Sunday night, nor any time during the day on Monday, though he knew I would be home all day. And the present not arriving I actually thought because he might be bringing it himself. Yeah, right, Sierra, get a grip. And when he called me at 6:30 just to say hi and wish me happy birthday and said he couldn't talk long, the timing was right for that to have been his short break at work, so I thought that was hard proof I'd been completely deluding myself.
BUT OMFG IT WAS ALL TRUE!!!!!!!! Alan had called me from my dad's cell phone, from the timing probably like right as they were parking in front of my apartment building. Now I'm glad that I bothered to dress nice and do my face.
Dad took Morgan and called up Rew (who laughed when I grumbled at him over the phone, "You were in on this?!" and said only, "Happy Birthday, Siece,") and they had dinner at Outback, and Alan and I went to Buca di Beppo, which was very good food but a damn lot of it. And then we came home and I wished so much that I hadn't sat on my ass all day and at least done a _little_ cleaning. My room was atrocious and I could have just died of embarrassment. I know, I should keep thing clean just on general principles, and now that I know Alan is, in fact, likely to just show up randomly, maybe I will.