when my sister got home from work last friday, we told her she had ten minutes to pack a bag for the weekend. we gave her no other details about where we were going or what we were doing. she was excited but also nervous, and it was great for us to just to hear her try to figure out what was going on (her guesses ranged from a lumberjack competition to mexico to camping). our 2 hour drive to our destination trip was spent primarily giving kimmy false clues and her making wildly inaccurate guesses about where we were heading.
we finally arrived at our destination: a dark, quiet house with several cars parked out front. as soon as kimmy stepped out of the car, 10 of her friends and our brother popped up and shouted “surprised” from the roof. after giving hugs, we quickly poured some champagne, threw up a few decorations and spent the rest of the weekend drinking, enjoying our incredibly beautiful rented house, and most importantly — celebrating 30 years of kimmy.