It was her 50th birthday.
And it was a surprise.
It made total and complete sense at the time.
Julie was eating dinner with her husband, Doug, at a restaurant when we busted in and shoved a rubber chicken mask over her head.
Doug was in on it.
But how hilarious if he wasn’t!!
Julie made a plea for a stop to the restroom that took long enough for us to wonder if she’d made a “run for it” out the back door or window.
But she came back.
Which was good because I was so amped up with adrenaline
I would’ve chased her down on foot
with a rubber chicken head in my hands.
To confuse Julie on our final destination,
| NO ONE on the streets asked what we were|
doing when we led a woman out of a restaurant
wearing a rubber chicken mask and shoved her
in a car.
we drove her around a little tour of her past.
Like the middle school she attended.
A diner that’s been around FOREVER.
|Again, no one seemed concerned that there was a|
woman with a chicken head on sitting at the counter.
|She figured out the nostril holes were under the beak.|
sure to hit every bush and grassy area along the way to throw her off.
She truly was surprised!
|Yes, I made the hat.|
We did a red and purple theme.
Of course, there were hats.
Because small hats are funny.
Carol made these funny signs to hold up in pictures.
I love the “WWJD?"
"What would Julie do?"
Of course, Carisa is holding the “Hattitude” sign.
|Julie, you look good in those glasses!|
I’m dead serious. I still have them.
I may need to borrow that "Hormonal & Dangerous" sign.
It could be a nice little warning to Monte.
When we wildly wave the sign
at his head.
Julie even got a super-sized AARP card.
I am telling you about this party that we did back in 2013
so I can tell you about the party we did for Julie this year.
P.S. I haven’t been able to find the rubber chicken mask SINCE this party.
I will accept it back no questions asked.
I have plans for this mask, people.