Surprise Party!
Have you noticed I don’t write too much about my life on this blog? I mean, I tell you about my writing projects, and I probably mention of few personal details along the way, but this isn’t the sort of blog where I share my daily activities very often.
If you are wondering why, it’s not because I’m shy. And it’s not because I think my life is boring. I think my life is endlessly fascinating, although I’m guessing a lot of people would find it boring.
The thing is: I write in a good, old fashioned journal. In ink, by hand, with lots of doodles scattered on the page. And that’s where I “talk” about my personal life. To myself, I guess. Someday, when they open up the Wade Bradford museum, these journals will be on display — and the scholars can study them carefully, retracing my every step like a historical detective. But for now, most of my daily life isn’t recorded on this blog.
But I will share you my thoughts on yesterday’s big event. For the first time ever, I threw my wife a surprise party. I had been planning it for over eight months, and I was impressed with the fact that I actually kept it secret. I have a tendency to blab to my wife — she’s my best friend, and it’s very hard for me to keep things from her. But it was worth it to see the expression on her face when all of her friends popped out and surprised her. I rented a nice little courtyard area next to the Canyon Theatre Guild. There were about 30 guests, so it wasn’t too big — just the right size.
Now, I could share all of the descriptive details about the event, and yet, something is pulling me back to my old fashioned journal. So, I think I’ll go talk to that page for now.
