I decided to throw him a little surprise birthday party. In preparation for said surprise party, my conversation with P went a little something like this:
me: I need you to make sure you're home by 7 on next Saturday.
P: I'm not sure baby, I just took off time so we could go to PA.
me: No you definitely need to be home by 7.
me:......Joey's having a BBQ and I really want to go.
P: Well I'll think about it.
me: No you need to get off and be home by 7.........because I really want to go to Joey's thing...........and I don't want to be late.
I might as well as phoned up P and said 'hey be suspicious about a party I might be throwing for you'. P later admitted that he thought I was throwing a bbq party for him at my brother Joey's house. He was only half right.
I spent a month and a half secretly buying stuff for the party and hiding it all over our apt. Sometimes I forgot where I hid stuff and found candles and candy corn under all my socks or paper cups and streamers under the toilet paper stash.
When Saturday came I spent most of the day decorating the house and getting everything all ready.
While we were in PA, P's mom gave me a whole bunch of pictures of P when he was growing up. I put them to good use.
I was worried about everyone fitting comfortably but I think it worked out just fine.