It was the day before my suite mate's birthday and my roommate and I knew we had to do something special for her. She gets off work at 6 p.m. and we decided at 4:30 to throw her a surprise party. Not a big party, but a small get together with cake, confetti bombs and tacos. My roommate and I rush to Walmart to get all the supplies: cake, decorations, confetti, confetti bombs, plates, napkins, and my suite mate's favorite- a two-liter Coca-Cola. As we rush through Walmart, I can't stop smiling and saying out loud, "Wow, we are such great friends."
After we get back into the dorm, we get everything set up for the surprise party and wait patiently for that door knob to turn. The door knob turns and we surprise her enough to where she's running down the hallway screaming (the confetti bombs might have been a little too much for her to handle). The guest of honor has arrived. The music starts up, the tacos are eaten, the song is sung and the cake is devoured. After everyone eats, it is time to dance around to the music. I guess you could say I might have gotten a little carried away by the partying and decided to jump on the bed. Might I add, we have heard this bed crack a few times from previously jumping experiences, but that doesn't stop me now.
I get up on the bed and start jumping. I am having a great time and there is not a crack to be heard. One of my other friends thinks it's a great idea to join me (this is when I knew it was going to go south). As soon as his foot touches the mattress, the whole bed falls. The mattress is touching the floor and all I can seem to do is lay on the floor and point my finger as I accuse the guy that joined me in the jumping experience for the broken bed. Everyone in the room is laughing until we hear a knock at the door. "Who is it?" I belt out. "It is me," says the voice of our Residential Assistant. Everyone looks at each other hoping for someone to have an answer. The bold one of our group just goes and opens the door. Our RA walks in the room looks at the bed and says, "I never know what I'm going to walk into when I come into your room," and walks out.
Alright, didn't go as bad as it could've. Now, how are we going to fix this bed? Luckily we have a handy man in the group. He walks out to his truck, comes back with a tool belt and in just a few short minutes the bed is perfectly normal, like nothing ever happened.
You never know when small things can turn into big disasters, but those big disasters can make for some really great memories.
