Happy Birthday Mattykins!!!

The so-called "weekend" had its ups and downs, but best of all it was Matt's birthday, and I got to celebrate it with him!

Last year, he was here at school and I was back home so I couldn't do much. We were engaged at the time and I had to add him to my phone plan anyway, so I decided to do it in secret and send him a posh new phone in the mail. He was pretty excited, but the surprise didn't even hold a candle to the prank his dad pulled on him from 1,800 miles away. It was pretty bad. The "FBI" was involved. *snickers*

This year I decided Matt needed a surprise party. I had one on my seventeenth birthday and from then on I decided EVERYONE needs a surprise party at least once in their life. Those of you who have been blessed with one know all about those string tied warm fuzzies that are attached to a party thrown in your honor. So for about two weeks Aubrey and I schemed and plotted, so when Matt and I went to their house for "sunday dinner" he was completely stunned when he opened the door and saw all his friends and was bombarded with balloons.

I can honestly say we pulled it off with success. I've planned many parties in my day, but few without alcohol. So I was a little nervous about the energy level, especially since it was a Sunday evening. (That was literally the only night, besides his birthday, that we could be together.) But I made sure there was lots of food, music, and guitar hero, and I'm pretty sure everyone had a good time.

****side note****
When I was secretly shopping for the party supplies, I felt like I was buying for a little kid's birthday party; candy, balloons, guitar hero gift bags, Transformer plates...

This past Friday was Matt's actual birthday. I, of course, had to work all day, but luckily the birthday boy had the day off. He actually called and asked me if he could stay home from school that day! After a fit of laughter I agreed, since his grades are good. But then he went ahead and attended one of his classes anyway. Aww....I'm so proud:)

After I got home we headed out to Idaho Falls for a night out. It was really refreshing. We were trying to remember the last time we went "out on the town" just the two of us. Sometimes money was an issue, but most of the time we just haven't had the opportunity. We started off the evening at the mall, just bumming around. Matt picked out some CDs he wanted to pirate, and I picked out some new jeans for him. Matthew only owns two pairs of jeans; one of them has more holes than The Obama Religion Conspiracy and the other is so baggy you could sneak an AK-47 into a daycare. Neither of them do I want my parents to see him in.

Next we went out to dinner. Of all places, Matt decided on TGI Fridays. It's times like this I miss Shoguns and Monsoon. But the food was good. I'm *pretty sure* the hostess didn't spit in our food, even after the sour look she gave me when I asked her to move us from underneath the speaker that was blasting the announcers from some hockey game.

I think the best part of the night was going to the nice movie theater in Idaho Falls. I couldn't get over how beautiful the interior was! I guess we've just gone to what I like to refer to as the Three Dollar Shantee too long.

After a little debating Matt decided on Star Trek. I went into the film a bit skeptical, since I've never even seen the show. But it only took about a half an hour for me to fall in love with every one of those pointy eared, spandex donning, crazy characters. Loved it. I have a few, microscopic complaints. Can you believe it? It doesn't really take that much to impress me, people. Just smart, well developed characters, and interesting story, emotion, a dash of humor, believable action, and a string to leave me hanging for more. That's all there really is to say.

We got home really late Friday night, but I was looking forward to sleeping in on Saturday since I switched my shift with someone so they could spend their birthday with their spouse. But alas, Saturday was the morning of the Dam Marathon, and of all the streets in Rexburg they decided to jog down mine. So I awoke at 8am to more hoots and hollers.

*sigh*

This is where that BB gun would come in handy, but Matt knows my true intentions, so he won't let me have one....and neither will anyone else in the sporting goods sections since they have all been warned....

But Saturday turned around when Matt and I snuggled in the living room and watched one of his favorite movies, Donnie Darko. I can't believe I've never watched this incredible film before. It was rated "R" but had it been made now-a-days, I'm pretty sure it would just be PG-13. For those of you who are deprived of this genius work of art, it's a film about a schizophrenic teenager who is instructed by a six foot tall bunny rabbit named Frank to go back in time to stop the end of the world. It sounds bogus but is actually pretty creepy. And hilarious. FREAKIN hilarious. I'm not really sure if it's suppose to be so funny, but I couldn't help myself. It was just pure psycho goodness.

I did find a frightening relation between myself and the jaded English teacher. And the Chinese fat girl. Maybe in an alternate universe the Chinese fat girl grows up to be the English teacher. But I digress....