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Eeenternational Birthday Girl Of Meeeeestery
(Except that it's not me being mysterious. But I'm the Birthday Girl, and I want to be International and Of Mystery, and YOU CAN'T STOP ME. So there.)
This past week or so, I've been getting strong hints that Something is planned for this evening. "Keep 8pm to midnight on Friday free," says![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
niallm. "We might be seeing you on Friday," says a friend I bump into in town. So far so good.
Then yesterday evening, Niall casually mentions that he needs to go out for a bit after dinner and Oyster bedtime, for Sekrit Reasons. He leaves at 21:00 and returns at 23:00. He answers all my guesses as to his whereabouts in the negative.
And then, I'm driving to the RDS for the Knitting and Stitching Show (...oh...so...much...porn...), and I ring Niall to see how his day is going, and he says, "By the way, don't open the boot."
"Is there a puppy in there?" says I.
"No, a pony," says he.
"Hooray," says I, and inch on down the Canal.
So I'm curling up with the curiosity, here.
And I wouldn't mind, only he has ALREADY surpassed himself with the showering of gifts, having acquired, on the cheap (thengawd), a MAC MINI (secondhand) to replace my slightly limping but nonetheless beloved Cube. Which he got for me last birthday. (Niall gives good tech.) I feel ... engulfed by generosity. But in a good way :-)
This past week or so, I've been getting strong hints that Something is planned for this evening. "Keep 8pm to midnight on Friday free," says
niallm. "We might be seeing you on Friday," says a friend I bump into in town. So far so good.Then yesterday evening, Niall casually mentions that he needs to go out for a bit after dinner and Oyster bedtime, for Sekrit Reasons. He leaves at 21:00 and returns at 23:00. He answers all my guesses as to his whereabouts in the negative.
And then, I'm driving to the RDS for the Knitting and Stitching Show (...oh...so...much...porn...), and I ring Niall to see how his day is going, and he says, "By the way, don't open the boot."
"Is there a puppy in there?" says I.
"No, a pony," says he.
"Hooray," says I, and inch on down the Canal.
So I'm curling up with the curiosity, here.
And I wouldn't mind, only he has ALREADY surpassed himself with the showering of gifts, having acquired, on the cheap (thengawd), a MAC MINI (secondhand) to replace my slightly limping but nonetheless beloved Cube. Which he got for me last birthday. (Niall gives good tech.) I feel ... engulfed by generosity. But in a good way :-)