I wanted to do something memorable for my husband's big 3-0 so when my sister-in-law mentioned the idea of a Casino Night surprise party I was completely sold. We (referring to myself and Susan, my trusty party everything side kick) immediately began contacting rental companies and making lists of people, food, whatever. Susan designed an awesome invitation that was emailed out to all our invited guests and I booked the rental company, so we were on our way to throwing the best party ever.
We decided to have the party at a little vacated office space we affectionately refer to as "The Old Firestore". It hasn't been used in around 3 years so we knew it would need a little sprucing up before the big night. The party was planned for Jim's actual birthday which was on a Friday, so we met at the building the Monday of the party week and quickly discovered we had way underestimated the dirtiness. We rolled up our sleeves and began cleaning up the 3 years of film on the windows, cobwebs, dead bugs, and mold. It took 2 days of cleaning due to our lack of appropriate supplies for our first attempt, but we kept it fun with Kyra running around the wide open space and having a pizza picnic on the cold tile floor.
Once the cleaning was behind us we began transforming the vast empty space into an intimate casino. Knowing that
And before I knew it, it was Friday. I raced out of the house only moments after Jim left for work. I dropped Kyra off at a friend's house (they were SO nice to watch her, even despite the fact she had been sick with bronchitis) and met up with Susan to go on our Sam's Club raid. Afterwards we went back to The Old Firestore and finished up as much as we could. Then came one of the most difficult parts for me.... I had to leave it all and go home to get ready for the actual party. Yes, I cringed at the fact that from that point on I had no control over the finishing touches. I wouldn't be there to meet the rental company. I wouldn't be able to give my opinion on what should go where. I had to let someone else design the fruit and cheese display and pick up the food from Chick-fil-a.
But I breathed easy as I drove home knowing I had the most reliable team in the world to pull everything else off. Afterall, already I had been able to rely on the kindness of friends and family to drop off toys and a pack-n-play for Kylie at a moment's notice, take Kyra to the doctor after she suddenly fell ill, babysit my sick little Kyra, pick up the cake, pick up some of the beverages, and decorate their butts off. I knew the party was in good hands.
In the days leading up to the party I knew Jim was suspect that I was surprising him with a limo ride to Philadelphia for dinner out with his family. So I played into this faulty suspicion and it proved to be extremely effective. We have done the limo ride
As Jim tried to process everything, I too took it all in. I looked around and realized that everything was perfect. Not only perfect, but even better than I had imagined in my mind. From seeing all our friends dressed to the nines right down to the
We had a craps table, roulette, blackjack, and a couple of slot machines. Jim started off at the blackjack table with several guys and I immediately took to learning craps along with a bunch of our friends. Craps is a little more complicated when
Before I knew it, the dealers were calling a 5 minute warning to end the night. I could've sworn only 20 minutes had passed
Okay, so this party seriously would not have happened without all the gracious help from such great family and friends:
Abby, you were such a lifesaver to drop off the pack-n-play and toys at a moments notice when I realized I needed someplace to put Kylie. Not to mention taking care of a sick little Kyra and picking up the Chick-fil-a the day of the party. Oh and I'll never forget you fighting with that streamer to cut through the metal ring when we decorated. I think you really might be SuperMom.
Ang, You helped me check the drinks and cake off my list with the greatest of ease. Speaking of the cake..... W.O.W. And your beautiful tall body made getting decorations up on the ceiling a cinch.
Katie, I know you helped with a huge part of the decorating, both putting it up AND taking it down. I'm not sure which was worse. Oh wait, loading the bar tables and those FREAKING HEAVY CHAIRS in the cars definitely wins. And I think you need to add fruit and cheese to your list of artistic mediums because you rocked it out.
Mom Witmer, I'm sure once Stephen turned 18 you thought you were done taking kids to the doctor, but thanks for stepping in and getting Kyra on the road to wellness. And the next time I need styrofoam wrapped in white paper, I totally know who to call.
Lyryn, You were like a little elf coming in to decorate with Kate and Sue when I wasn't there so that when I got back I was in total shock. And having you take all the pictures was pure magic. Every single one came out absolutely amazing. When I look at them I can feel the emotion of the night. Truly beautiful.
Sue, Oh girl.... I don't think the internet has enough space to hold all the things you did to make this possible: the sign (and I know you had to put some work into that thing), the gift baskets, the cleaning, the pizza, pretzel, and soda fetching, the invites, the decorating, and the shopping (oh the shopping!). You were my right hand, my left hand, my feet, and my brain. Most importantly, you were my sanity and my confidence that this was actually going to happen.
TO ALL OF YOU, A MILLION TIMES THANK YOU! I LOVE YOU!
For a full slideshow of pictures from the evening, click here.
5 comments:
You're welcome! It was SO FUN! I love that picture of all the siblings! I think I need to get it printed and in my house somewhere.
Love you guys!
What fun, I am just sorry we missed it.
I am so sad we missed it too. You all look so good and I am super impressed with the cake! You threw one heck of a party!
it really was an awesome night! one for our next "best friends" picture album! although, we'll have to photo shop the wards in...
you really know how to throw a party!
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