Whim had a big overnight event planned for weeks - playing backup for a concert at Hat Chao Samran beach. He knows my position on surprises, so I don't know what came over him, but he decided to let me believe he was going alone, when he had actually made plans for all of us to join him.
As a matter of fact, he kissed us all goodbye, walked out the door, and drove away. He waited a few minutes, probably until he knew I was fully consumed with jealousy, before he called back asking for a 'favor'. "Can you pack up a few things for me? I'm coming back." I wonder if he heard my disgruntled sigh, because I swear I could hear his smile: "...like the kids' swimsuits and maybe a change of clothes for everybody?"
Who does that? How is it more fun to run around like a maniac trying to find beach clothes and a bag and towels and gathering up toothbrushes and star blankets and pajamas and making sandwiches for the ride, because as Whim so sweetly put it - "You guys are coming, but we have to leave, well....now"? Plus, half the fun of a trip is looking forward to it, so a surprise actually robs you of all the pre-vacation pleasure! But on the other hand, a trip to the beach is better than no trip to the beach any day, even if it was a surprise, so I couldn't exactly complain.
Whim warned me that he didn't know where we'd be staying - if it was nice or not, or if it was even near the beach, since someone else had arranged the accommodations. He didn't know anything about the venue, either, in keeping with the 'surprise' theme, I guess. So he couldn't promise we'd be able to go to the beach right away.
But when we pulled up:
|That's us... the boys and I went for a swim during the soundcheck.|
|His first time being buried... he never would have sat still for it before.|
|I couldn't believe it wasn't a dream. Not what I expected when I woke up that morning.|
|Excuse the extreme posed-ness of this picture. I took this from Whim's instagram and he can't resist.|
|I was trying to get the boys to pose with me, but this is much more realistic.|
I do hope that one day, despite my own dread of surprises, the boys will fondly remember the surprise trip to the beach with Papa's band.