DJ turns 30, is confronted with self

Having recently finished talking about our wedding, this is a good time to admit that I spent five months lying to DJ.  We were married in September.  The lying started in August and ended in January.  Yeah.  Vows and all.

I had a good reason, though.  DJ’s 30th birthday was in early January, so his mom and I were conspiring for a surprise party.  His dad accidentally blew the secret via e-mail, but I oh-so-smoothly lied some more.  Party?  Oh, of course – you didn’t think you’d turn thirty without your aunts and uncles, did you?  Whoops, sorry for the ruined surprise!

My lying got worse and worse, though.  I’m a terrible liar.  The day of the party I could hardly be in the same room with myself, I was so afraid I would say something incriminating.  I texted Jules to tell her we were almost there, and covered by tellling DJ a story about my sister and thigh-high boots.  (???)  My sister would like you to know that she would never wear thigh-high boots. 

He was really surprised.  In addition to the aunts and uncles, quite a few of his friends and family were there.  Most of them holding masks of his face.  It must have been quite the shock, walking in to 25 of these babies. 

Some people defaced them.  Actually a lot of people defaced DJ’s face.

People stuck them in their pockets.  I think one of his coworkers kept one for use at the office.  I still have half a dozen or so kicking around the house.

I had beer koozies printed with DJ’s face, from a Photoshop manipulation of the same picture.  It was a little bit frightening, seeing his face wherever you turned.

But also awesome.  We have quite a few leftover koozies, so I suspect this party will be haunting him for quite some time.

I went a little overboard on the party gear, even relabeling bottles of wine.  DJ’s picture plus “Big Head Red” and “Game Night White.”  DJ has an enormous noggin and likes to play board games.  Obvious jokes are the best ones.

I used the same Photoshopped picture to Gocco cocktail napkins.  DJ’s face was everywhere. 

There are two cakes in that picture.  One is the standard little-kid party cake, which DJ’s mom and I thought was hysterical and big enough for 30 people.  The other is a decoy cake.  I always bake birthday cakes, so I felt like it would be a dead giveaway if I didn’t bring a cake to his birthday dinner.  You can never have too much cake!