surprise surprise

Boy did I get a lovely surprise yesterday! I was walking around my apt about two hours before I had to leave for work and I get a phone call. It's my Aunt Judy. "Hey, Uncle and Donald are in the car driving home from Koscos! Whatcha doin?" I told her I was just hanging out and gonna leave for work soon. I could hear I was on speaker phone. "How's your job? What kind of food? Where is it?" I answer. "Where's the restaurant at? Back Bay?" asks Uncle Donald. Already the fact that they are called me, both of them, on speaker phone on their random drive home from "Koscos" is strange to me. I tell them more about the restaurant. They proceed to ask me several questions about where I live, how do I get to work, how long does it take me. Confused at their joint curiosity I answer all their questions. "Hey, I need your address cause I want to send you something." Now I'm thinking...this is so weird. Why would she call me from the car asking me my address. Why not just email me or ask me while she's at home where she could comfortably write it down? Already very suspicious, I tell them. I know somethings up. Could they be in Boston? I've been very close with my Aunt and Uncle since birth and I knew there was something about this call that was out of the ordinary. I tell them my address. I forgot to specify whether I lived on a street, or court or drive. (I obviously don't want to get my address on creepy internet). This here was the give-a-way. Uncle Donald, who probably would find a long speaker phone in the car conversation obnoxious, cheerfully and "innocently" asks me, (for privacy purposes lets say I like on Smith Street), "Smith what?" And that was all I needed. They were obviously punching my address into a GPS. That HAD to be it. They should have rounded out the questions with some none location and time based questions! I answered his question and told him Smith Street. I told them they should come visit me soon (95% sure they were already on their way), told them I loved them and hung up. I brushed my teeth quick, fixed my hair and made the bed. If I knew my godparents they would be here within fifteen minutes. I sit in the living room and watch a little TV. As I happen to glance out the window, sure enough, guess who's rolling up the street, braking awkwardly trying to figure out which was the right house. I knew it! I jumped up and ran outside to greet them. I think my being outside jumping up and down surprised them more than the original plan was supposed to surprise me. They parked and I ran over and gave them huge hugs. "What are you doing in Boston! I knew you were on your way!" Man, they're the worst sneeks ever! "How did you know! We came for our anniversary and guess what!? We're staying at the Elliot!" They were even coming to Clio for dinner! What makes this story so ironic is that I had literally JUST emailed aunt judy forty minutes prior trying to convince her to come to boston for their anniversary and eat at Clio. We've always been on the same page me and Aunt Juju. They drove me back to the hotel with them and surprised me again when she told me that Rachel and I could stay with them on the pull out couch. ME!? Stay at the Elliot!? Hell yes! I texted Rachel the good news. We didn't even care that we didn't have anything to sleep in (turns out aunt judy had brought us stuff). I said goodbye and headed downstairs to work. At the pre-meal meeting the manager announced I had family coming in and they were to receive VIP treatment. Nice. So I stared at the clock all night and couldn't wait for eight o clock to come. Finally it did and they sat down. The kitchen was awesome and sent them out some free tastings with their meal. I was happy to show off all I'd learned and tried to run as much food to them out as I can. Unfortunately, once the food is ready, whoever is in the kitchen takes it, but I tried to hover in the kitchen a lot so I could run they're dishes as much as possible. They said the food and service was excellent and it really made me like my job more. It's a good feeling to be proud of the restaurant you work for. After they left I only had about an hour left. After work I walked down the street to grab a crappy burger and meet Rach on the corner. We took our food and went up to the room where we all sat and hung out for about an hour. It was such a great day, and even better because I never saw it coming...well...not until that suspicious phone call. I'm so grateful to have family that I'm so close to share so much love with. Poor poor Rachel had to get up early for yet ANOTHER double (since she's such a good person and employee) and the three of us went to her restaurant for brunch which was very delicious. Thank you to Aunt Judy and Uncle Donald for such a wonderful and touching surprise! I love you both so much. -lj