andrew rambles

Gina had the element of surprise for sure, with my birthday being a month away, but her execution was absolutely flawless. Deducing from the end product, what she did was take a photo of herself holding her iPhone. Caption it to say "Happy Birthday!", and set it as the contact photo for her, on my new phone. Are you following? She then met me at a Starbucks on a lazy Saturday afternoon, and excused herself from the table after we said our hello's and updated each other on our days. Before leaving the table, she asked me to watch her pocket book, which isn't out of character, or anything that would arouse my suspicions.

After leaving the table, Gina called my iPhone, which is sitting in her purse. OH, and she had set the ringtone to be our song! (Sorry, this entry is entirely stream-of-consciousness). The phone began ringing in her purse, loudly. I have this thing about rooting around in her stuff, so being faced with this dilemma, I mutter an "Oh Goddddd" and try to close the top of the purse tight enough to muffle the sound. I am a little bit confused, as I knew Gina had set the song to be the ringtone when I call. I find it strange, but not strange enough to open the purse and investigate. The ringing stops, whew, people were looking. *Music Plays* "Oh mannnn!" I open the purse, quickly find the phone, and am greeted by this screen:

I am still clueless! It's not my birthday, and as far as I can tell I am holding Gina's iPhone in my hand, that I have just pulled from her purse, and now am about to answer it. I'm pretty sure this is crossing all sorts of boundaries. I answer. "Happy Birthday Love!!!!" Happy Birthday?! Whats up?! Whats going on?! I kind of glance around the Starbucks, as I still am not understanding that the iPhone I'm holding is not Gina's (what is she using to call me?) and is my birthday present. I'm relatively certain a barbershop quartet is about to come in and sing, or Homey the Clown is going to pound me over the head with a sock full of flour. I briefly consider whether its possible poor Gina has flipped her lid. Then she returns to the table, holding her iPhone.

OH! Now I get it!!!

I bring the phone down from my ear and understand everything, and I realize the level of awesomenessitude this surprise has reached. The scope and scale of this epic surprise pull-off. The planning. The flawless execution. 

I truly have to say I have heard about these sorts of elaborate birthday surprises, but have sure never been on the receiving or (in all fairness), giving end of one of such magnitude. Gina has set an incredibly high bar for Christmas!