You'd think after my many years on this planet, I would have experienced a surprise party (or even a lame attempt at one). Nope, not a single one.
This year I'll admit, I was a little suspicious. I had a sneaking suspicion that my amazingly intuitive and thoughtful boyfriend was up to something...I just didn't know what.
It wasn't until the night of my birthday, when I was blindfolded for our dinner date, that I was convinced something was up.
This is what I walked into...
My beautiful friends gathered around a table at Bluehour, a lovely French bistro that I'd been dying to try.
Needless to say, the boy did good. We're talking major boyfriend points here...
Like, I should have all puppy potty responsibilities for a week, points. (I won't).
After a delish dinner and drinks, the after party commenced a la maison de Jaime et Taylor.
Individual wine boxes (with straws!) Why didn't I think of this??!
An amazing evening (from what I can recall).
And then....
The aftermath.
Birthday s.u.c.c.e.s.s.
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