surprise parties are interesting. better observed, surprises in general come equipped with irregularity; i think it's the unique rarity which normally makes them so appealing to us. Saturday, could have been known as surpriseday with all the around the corner and out of nowhere occurrences that took place. let me begin with surprise number 1: rupit.
see, rupit, he's my brother in law and he turned thirty a couple sunday's ago but all of us decided to celebrate a week late, but he didn't know all of that. i've always found it a little peculiar how at often times we seem to choose when other people celebrate for their own birthday, shouldn't it be the other way around? oh well, it's not important. so back to rupit: i asked him to come pick me up from the eye doctor and told him i couldn't see. he came and got me and given we were too early to arrive at his surprise party, i stalled. we ended up at bilo to see mary, and out of nowhere she ended up coming with us. Surprise number 2: mary.
so, mary, rupit and myself hop in his toaster cube like car and dash to blythewood. i'm happy. the surprise is secure, my lady is beside me, my heart pounds with joy like a rhyno stomps as if he were playin wack a mole with goffers. we arrive. Surprise! the party is perfect, the plan mastered and completed. success. then outta nowhere like a refund check you weren't expecting the phone rings, not mine, mary's phone. she forget to give her sister her keys so she's stranded, we leave. back to garner's ferry is a good 25 minute drive if you're lucky. making haste is far from our advantage and all i can do is feel like a flashlight that can only work when the sun shines, worthless and insufficient. Surprise number 3: leaving the party after arriving only moments earlier. mary is upset, all i can do is leave and return to blythewood. the trip takes longer this time, it feels like waiting on santa claus. the seconds pass, the minutes go and go. my mind is so confused. its like all the events of the day got tossed into a blender and the outcomes were so mysterious it was hard to tell what happened, even though i was the one experiencing everything.
i arrive. i'm starving. i eat, and notice my brothers have enjoyed a scooter and flying down a hill on it. it seems like a good time i missed out on. i dont know how to react, whether to be upset that i missed out or to feel sorry for surprise number 3. i make no decision on reaction, i just move forward on the day. i see the scooter, but i'm quickly turned away from the scooter, surprise number 4: dad, mom, beth, david, and will pick me up, will leaves. i'm suddenly headed back to garner's ferry. my logistical mind gives up, my body could swear it's made this trip too many times in one day, and it's been made in a different car with different people both times. wow. analyzation, thinking, planning, and understanding are all impossible. i relax my thoughts like a runner after a quick sprint falls to the ground and just breathes. i breathe. we arrive to my car, i drive to my house and show off my new abode. a half hour later or so i'm back on the road, back to blythewood.
i arrive. my emotions are shot, my character so dumbfounded i look for a sense of belonging to anything. the scooter. my passions and intensions have wanted the scooter and the hill for hours now. jared has the scooter, i take it, i walk up the hill and by the time i'm at the top i'm on the phone. mary wants to have a serious conversation. we try to talk, my emotions, feelings, and understanding are all still scattered like papers flung off a desk from a frustrated office worker. i start down the hill on the scooter, surprise number 5: speed accelerates fast, too fast, i lose control. before i can react, this thick film of confusion that has frustrated my normality is exhausted and destroyed, i have a half a second to think. not enough time. i fall. no, i plunge to the ground. my shoes fly, my glasses vanish, the phone explodes and flies...wait, i fly! i face plant into the ground and immediately feel the rash of gravel and a fat pound to my face. reaction abilities awake from my mind like someone who recovers from amneshia at an instant and remembers. i run to the phone, find my glasses, and get my shoes. suddenly i see jared. i'm back on the phone. then i hear it, surprise number 6: oh man, you're bleeding. i tell mary, i'm hurt but i'll be fine, i'll call back later. a thin trickle begins to lazily fall from my face, is it sweat? no, blood. i feel like i'm rinsing my face off, but with soupy red ink. i wipe my face and my shirt is stained. i walk inside to countless shocked faces. i look in the mirror and start to clean up, then i see it, a droopy eye brow. almost impossible to think it was once even connected. a big red, jagged tear sits on my forhead and i know i'm doomed. surprise number 7: i panic, me and mom rush somewhere in my car but now she drives. for the seventh time that day, i'm in a different traveling situation. mom is lost, i cant see, i'm exploding about everything. finally we go to the emergency room.
we arrive. we fill out papers and i wait. will and dad come, mom leaves, beth comes back with mom, they leave. i wait. i bleed. i'm seen, but only to be told to wait more. a little kid passes by and stares at me like a painting where the eyes follow you, his eyes are glued to mine. i laugh. emotion for the first time starts to resurface. i laugh, and laugh more. i'm seen again, this time examined. will and dad are there with me. the verdict, surprise number 8: stitches.
will and dad leave. but rupit and jared have arrived. we change rooms, another locational disaster for my body and soul to try to understand. suddenly, i'm lying down with eyes taped shut. the entire day i've felt blinded by a film of confusion and shock, now i cant see. i know needles and pain are coming. i pray. i tell the Lord i know it will be painful, i dont know what to ask so i just think of whatever my brain can still process. surprise number 9: comfort. there should be pain but my eye brow and forehead are calm, like when the eye of a hurricane passes over. i'm stitched. the nurse cleans my arm, surprise number 10: unexplainable pain radiates throughout my body, i tremble. during my misfortune i try to sooth my soul with humor, or spanish, nothing really works.
we leave. this time jared drives, traveling situation is up to the 8th new situation. we talk, and arrive to rupit's. i'm still in blythewood. after a multifaceted arrangement of events and situations i'm back to where i started ten hours earlier. i leave.
this time i'm alone, i call mary and try to explain the day. nothing adequately describes it. the important conversation never happens. i arrive home. i finally have time to think, and then pain sets in. i'm hurt, i'm cut, and i know something is wrong, i begin to slip into an emotional coma. i ice my eye, and i'm in enough pain phsyically and emotionally my mentality is pushed aside. i sleep. the day ends with me on the couch wounded, confused, and baffled. i wake up and think, what happened?
can you explain it?
