My last exam finished at 1621 on Friday night. By 1700 myself and Alan were at my house preparing for Callum’s surprise birthday party. I don’t leave any time wasted.
I had told all the guests to come around for 1800 so that we could all jump and scream surprise when Callum arrives. Unfortunately a lot of people took fashionably late to a new extreme, and with the additional inconvenience of people popping into Bingham like wildfire (I can only assume wildfire is incessantly popping into Bingham) we were not all together until much later.
So, for approximately two hours I was sitting in my garden waiting for 2030, the time when Callum was going to arrive. “Why so late?” you ask. “Why tell him to come over 2 and a half hours after the other guests were supposed to arrive?”.
Well the answer is simple. Before around 2000 there wasn’t an occasion where everyone was present. And it was agreed that it would be horrific for Callum to walk around the corner to a group of five people looking quite depressed, screaming “Surprise!” despondently.
Luckily, by 2030 there was a much stronger group. Alan was on look out and when he ran around to tell us he was coming we all fell into silence, and upon hearing his feet on the gravel it became very tense.
At the crunch point Callum seemed dazed, bemused and slightly confused. So that’s a success right?
As far as I can tell everyone had a good time. Apparently some of my mum’s make-up has been fucked up/stolen, so if anyone fancies confessing that’d be awesome. Apart from that and some nobhead getting apple pie into my carpet, it all went swimmingly.
Hurrah!
