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Sammy's Birthday

Sammy's birthday was a week ago and I wanted to make it really special. I've been stoked about his birthday since early September when I decided that I wanted to surprise him with something he'd love. I searched and searched and searched, and finally found something that was happening on his birthday, that combined all of his favorite things: a ghost tour of the capital given by a philosophizing historian. Sammy watches ghost shows all the time, and everywhere we go he looks to see if there are ghost tours around. He also dreams of working in the capital one day, so I knew this would be perfect. The hardest part was not telling him for two months. I didn't even tell his family what my plans were because they are the worst secret keepers ever. 

The night before Sammy's birthday I went and got him six balloons, since this is the sixth birthday I've known him. It's only been recently that he's told me he loves balloons on his birthday, I've been slacking all this time! The morning of his birthday we took our time getting up and ready, then spent some time with my family before going to Bad Daddy's for lunch with his family. They took forever getting our food, so they gave us free appetizers. We then spent the afternoon with his family until six. I told him we ha dot go for his surprise, and we were off. His parents had spent the whole night trying to guess what it was, and the only things they could come up with were sports related. Come on people, there's more than sports in the world! 

I had Sammy drive while I gave him directions. I was scared that he would peek at my phone otherwise. Sammy had no idea what we were doing until we literally parked in front of the capital. He still didn't know then either. When I saw the tour guide, I decided I should tell Sammy because it would be awkward if he was like, "Are you here for the ghost tour?" and Sammy then freaked out. So I told him as we crossed the street. Guys, he was so happy. Like, he made the face he makes when his favorite player scores a goal, and he jumped up and down. I felt pretty good then :) 

The tour was amazing. The tour guide had a Santa beard and was very eccentric. He'd start talking, then stop abruptly and start walking down the street. The tour didn't end up being of the capital, but of all of Denver in the area which was even cooler. There are quite a few haunted buildings in Denver my friends. There's also a butler academy, and they make $75,000 a year, so if this writing thing doesn't work out..

We saw a few buildings that Sammy has seen on his ghost adventure shows before as well, so that made him pretty stoked. He kept telling me over an over how this was the perfect gift. I was so happy. He hates surprises, so I was happy to pull one off that made him so happy. 

After our ghost tour we rushed home to change into Halloween costumes. Sammy's coworkers were having a party, and we had to hurry. I was worried that by the time we'd get there that everyone would have left, since we weren't going to make it until after ten. Sammy assured me that most adults stay out that late, unlike us and our parents, so it would be fine. 

Sammy's costume took a lot of work. He went as the joker. I initially tried to help him with his makeup, but it's so much harder to put it on someone else, so I gave up. Sammy did a really good job. 
I went as Elizabeth Bennet from Pride and Prejudice and zombies, and honestly my costume wasn't the greatest. It looked like I was dressed as my normal self. My actual Halloween costume was much better. 
When we got to the party, everyone had left. So we helped our hosts finish their nacho bar, and sat by a bonfire for a few hours. I actually preferred it like that because we're good friends with them, so we got to just talk instead of having to make small talk with everyone. At about two in the morning we went home, and crashed into our bed smelling like bacon from the bonfire. I'm pretty sure I can say with confidence that Sammy had a fantastic birthday. :) 

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  1. BaileyNovember 9, 2016 at 6:45 AM

    So glad you had a great day! A ghost tour would be pretty cool!

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