Friend #2 threw an epic surprise 50th birthday party for her husband.
If you have forgotten, here’s a recap of Friend #2 - she’s the friend who introduced me to the band Cowboy Mouth, has the identical twin girls, and I threw her a surprise party about a decade and a half ago, if not more.
I am so ashamed of that surprise party now. It was in the great room at my house. We ate gumbo from a restaurant, there was no music I can recall, and there was a giant snowstorm so a) attendance was limited and b) she decided to stay home. (Her husband, understandably, spoiled the surprise to get her there). I don’t even remember if there was a cake at the party I had for Friend #2. Oh wait, there was — that was the cake I sprinkled powdered sugar on, only to discover it was actually cornstarch.
Here’s how Friend #2 throws a surprise party:
She rented out a huge party room at a barbecue place.
She fed us from a full barbecue buffet with appetizers and dessert, and liquor.
She hired the lead guitarist from Cowboy Mouth to provide the music. There he was, John Thomas, in his hat, playing China and some covers and some original work, for hours, while we all sat around and chatted and ate barbecue. He even played a slow version of Everybody Loves Jill. I’ve never seen this song without the crowd volley of Red Dairy Queen spoons. I tossed a white plastic spoon casually across the table so tradition was maintained.
And then, her husband’s high school friend, who has his own professional band, got up there and played some music with John Thomas Griffith of Cowboy Mouth, and then the birthday boy got loose enough to join them and they played a while as a trio. Imagine, making music with your old friend and the songwriter/guitarist from from your favorite band.
Through all this the husband remained happy but dry-eyed. He only got teary when he saw his grade-school best friend, who his wife brought in from god knows where.
It was hands-down the most epic party I have ever attended. It was the party to end all parties.