Surprise, Surprise

I've gotten elaborate with my surprises, recently. I went away for a weekend women's retreat with my church this weekend, but got a little under the weather about half-way through and came home. Maybe I was homesick, or Arne-sick a little too. I thought I'd surprise him, and boy did I. He thought I was an intruder, and I had to wait about 15 minutes before I could even give him a hug!

Then, Wednesday, Jennifer Kain and I cooked up a good surprise for our guys. We surprised them with reservations at Range, our favorite restaurant in SF, to celebrate the release of the Girls Rock DVD. We'd planned to meet at a little Burger Joint around the corner, with our men, and let them in on the surprise (and the fact that we'd *all* be having dinner there). So I lolligagged at Little Otsu, and when we got to Burger Joint, I insisted that since this date was my idea, that I order for us at the counter (so I could just order us fries). Then the fries came! What to do?

I told Arne that we had reservations at Range. He had the biggest smile on his face, but when Jenn and Shane came in, mass confusion ensued. I had to tell Shane that I had reservations for four 3 times before he figured out that we hadn't just happened to run into one another...

Regardless, dinner was delightful, the service was stellar, and our men were truly surprised (and perhaps also a bit bewildered)... :)