Surprise!

As you already know from our last post, Dan turned 29 last Saturday. Here are some of the pictures from the fiesta. But first, we have to tell the story.

Dana started the birthday celebration for me on Friday evening. I thought we were going to dine in, and Dana was in the kitchen cooking something, so I didn't think anything was going to happen birthday-wise. Then all of a sudden, Dana comes in to the office, tells me to get ready to leave, and that I had 5 minutes before we were leaving.

I tried to find out what she was planning, but she kept it top secret. So, being the good and obedient husband I am, I got ready and headed out to the car, not knowing what was in store. We drove off, and only then did it occur to me that she had been cooking something. When I asked her about it, she completely ignored the question, and distracted me. We drove into the city, and I started guessing what we were going to do. Nothing I guessed was even remotely close. It was not until we were within sight of the Fair Grounds that I realized we were going to the State Fair.

We walked in to the fair, and checked out all the prize winning veggies (which by that time were all wilted and pretty pathetic looking). Dana had never been to the state fair, so we took time to check things out. Walking around, some guy doing a little cooking show roped us into watching by offering us a free pairing knife. We watched the show, but after a while Dana started to get antsy. She kept looking at her watch and telling me that we needed to leave soon. At 9:00 she could no longer wait, so we bolted from the show.

Again, I asked her what was going on, but it was all hush-hush. She asked someone where the grandstand was, so I figured we were going to see some performance or other. As we approached the grandstand, I heard the unmistakable voice of Terry Fater, and I realized that Dana was taking me to a world-class show at the fair. Who would have guessed it? The show was awesome, and we had a great time, except for the lady that shook the whole stadium bench trying to rock her kid. Seriously, lady: stand up.















The next day, Saturday, was awesome too. Dana cooked my favorite breakfast (that was what she was making the night before),















I opened up my presents from Dana, we went out and test-drove some cars, watched the Utes DESTROY UCLA, had a Panda Express feast, and overall had a great day just the two of us.

Then on Sunday, when I thought all my birthday stuff was long over, Dana surprised me by organizing my whole family to show up at our place at the same time. It was the coolest! I had no idea that anything at all was going on. My wife is sneaky. All my family came over (at least the family that lives in come-over distance) and we had a great time.






Chandelle made me the greatest cake ever, and I got some sweet presents. It was especially nice, because I was secretly kinda sad that nobody had asked me about coming over or anything. Dana takes excellent care of me, don't you think?

So there it is. I am 29. That is OLD. It was a great birthday, though. Thanks Schatzi!