By Popular Demand....The Time I Got Wife of the Year...or not.

The prince is always cooking up surprises for me. It's no secret that he's my hot sauce. He's pulled off some pretty amazing surprises.

 Me? I'm terrible at it. I can't pull anything over on him. And after a bad experience....I no longer try!


I met the prince when we were in college together. He played football...Offensive Tackle. He's a big, beefy dude. 


I like me some big, beefy mens. (Makes me feel smaller and skinnier...always a plus.)


The prince threw me an awesome surprise party for my (first) 29th birthday. *ahem* I already told you to shut it earlier this week....

I was so touched that I really wanted to throw him a surprise party.


I called a trendy local restaurant that has an awesome loft area. It's an old brick building with lots of charm and character. Since the Prince's birthday is in September (right smack in the middle of football season), I had to plan the party for a Sunday.


Have I mentioned I live in the south? 

Everything but church shuts down on Sundays here. 


When the girl on the phone told me that most of the downtown restaurants were closed I panicked! 


Strike one. 


Please Lord don't make me throw him a party at Gatti Town! 


She suggested a nearby place. She described it as a hip little establishment that had really good, eclectic appetizers and such. So I called. I was thrilled to hear they had an upstairs loft that I could reserve. We discussed their menu and it sounded interesting. I booked it.


That Sunday in September rolled around and of course I had to tell the prince at the last minute that he had to get dressed and ready for his surprise party. He was too tired and stubborn to go along with whatever lame story I was telling him. 

I was forced to come clean. 

Strike two.


We found a parking place and walked up to the dimly lit restaurant. As we crossed through the doorway, it took a few seconds for our eyes to adjust from the light outside to the darkness inside. But we could immediately feel the room screech to a halt and heads snap around.


We were in a gay bar.


STRIKE THREE!!!


Now please don't get me wrong. I have gay friends whom I love. So don't mistake this for a dis to them. But let's be honest here. My gays and my footballers (read: the prince's meathead buddies) don't typically make for a good mix. 

And this was not your typical group of gays. 

We're not talking the cutie pie gay dudes like Nate Berkus, Neil Patrick Harris or Anderson Cooper who could blend in. 

More like Boy George or Adam Lambert who stick out like a pink poodle in a pack of rottweilers.


So picture this....

(Haha...this pic always cracks me up. NO...this is NOT the Prince or any of his friends!)

Hanging out with this.....

(Photo credit) 


Can anyone say "AWKWARD"....for EVERYONE?


Well, except for the wives who got to watch their men sweat all night and refuse to go to the bathroom. (That was kind of fun.)


And actually, it turned out to be a great night. The food was good. And none of our men got hit on since, you know, our dudes weren't really their type and all. 


*rolls eyes at straight guys*

The prince and his buddies didn't act like a bunch of haters. (They are all really good guys.)


And, in my defense, let me just say......this is a party that everyone still never lets me live down talks about every time I see them! 

So at least I throw memorable parties....


Speaking of which, I need to work on ideas for my son's 9th birthday. 

He really likes chicken wings. 

Has anyone been to a place called Hooters? Do they have a playground?