[ ooc: This is Wei HuSun's OFFICIAL 16TH BIRTHDAY PARTY THREAD!! Don't worry about posting order, guys. Dream Thread/Sick Beats posting rules here. @"Anzellous", this is for u. ]
Pre-party Preparations: (Feel free to skip)
Hari called Sid sometime around the Saturday before Wei's birthday. Hari had acquired the drow's number at the cafe weeks ago, stuffing it in the little satchel he had in his locker that contained customers' numbers because, really, it would be rude to throw it away. He didn't think it would become relevant, but Hari realized he was the same Sid Wei would often namedrop affectionately when he complained about something. It seemed like he would also be invested in their mutual friend's birthday party. After introducing himself as the waiter at Everything Nice slash Wei's friend and clearly establishing the phone call was not, in fact, a booty call, Hari explained the birthday plans... which led to him explaining what birthday parties were in the first place. He didn't mind. He was a patient man.
They got to work at arranging the party, spending Saturday afternoon gathering supplies (which the drow was good at carrying) and the following Sunday making decorations (or rather, Hari did). Monday after classes, Hari got to work cooking a massive Chinese feast, Wei's longevity noodles and a monster five-layer banana pudding cake with the lovely culinary arts teacher, Professor Powell, while Sid made a pretty rad dip and went through phone call after phone call inviting Wei's massive social circle to the surprise party, even booking the school ballroom for the event. Hari and Sid worked a little until 2AM in the morning, arguing about appropriate Chinese background music. Come birthday day on Tuesday, and they were ready.
Party Proper: (Takes place May 19 at the school ballroom after classes)
The surprise party would start at 4PM after classes.
The ballroom screamed birthday party. There were colorful streamers, red lanterns and balloons of various colors all over the Ballroom. There were chairs and tables around the ballroom, each with a tablecloth, a plate, utensils, a vase with a single chrysanthemum and swan napkins Hari insisted on. At the middle of the ballroom near the walls was a massive buffet table that was covered in various Chinese food, such as fried rice, meatbuns, dumplings, soup and the like. There was a separate table near the gift table that had two giant pots of longevity noodles with a massive five foot tall banana pudding cake. As for the ambiance, the music connected to the ballroom speakers but it wasn't overly intrusive, cycling through Chinese music that ranged from the traditional to modern pop songs with no coherent order.
Hari himself was dressed to the nines. He wore a dress shirt and some slacks, decorated with his usual golden bangles, earrings, necklaces and bindi, but pulling his growing hair was the hair ornament Wei got him for Mother's day.
For Wei's birthday present, Hari got him a variety of items such as a phone strap, kneepads, mittens and a tiny, custom made blue yukata — a little piece of Hari's culture, like what Wei did for him on Mother's day.
He waited for Sid to bring in the birthday boy, pouring himself some punch in the meanwhille.
Pre-party Preparations: (Feel free to skip)
Hari called Sid sometime around the Saturday before Wei's birthday. Hari had acquired the drow's number at the cafe weeks ago, stuffing it in the little satchel he had in his locker that contained customers' numbers because, really, it would be rude to throw it away. He didn't think it would become relevant, but Hari realized he was the same Sid Wei would often namedrop affectionately when he complained about something. It seemed like he would also be invested in their mutual friend's birthday party. After introducing himself as the waiter at Everything Nice slash Wei's friend and clearly establishing the phone call was not, in fact, a booty call, Hari explained the birthday plans... which led to him explaining what birthday parties were in the first place. He didn't mind. He was a patient man.
They got to work at arranging the party, spending Saturday afternoon gathering supplies (which the drow was good at carrying) and the following Sunday making decorations (or rather, Hari did). Monday after classes, Hari got to work cooking a massive Chinese feast, Wei's longevity noodles and a monster five-layer banana pudding cake with the lovely culinary arts teacher, Professor Powell, while Sid made a pretty rad dip and went through phone call after phone call inviting Wei's massive social circle to the surprise party, even booking the school ballroom for the event. Hari and Sid worked a little until 2AM in the morning, arguing about appropriate Chinese background music. Come birthday day on Tuesday, and they were ready.
Party Proper: (Takes place May 19 at the school ballroom after classes)
The surprise party would start at 4PM after classes.
The ballroom screamed birthday party. There were colorful streamers, red lanterns and balloons of various colors all over the Ballroom. There were chairs and tables around the ballroom, each with a tablecloth, a plate, utensils, a vase with a single chrysanthemum and swan napkins Hari insisted on. At the middle of the ballroom near the walls was a massive buffet table that was covered in various Chinese food, such as fried rice, meatbuns, dumplings, soup and the like. There was a separate table near the gift table that had two giant pots of longevity noodles with a massive five foot tall banana pudding cake. As for the ambiance, the music connected to the ballroom speakers but it wasn't overly intrusive, cycling through Chinese music that ranged from the traditional to modern pop songs with no coherent order.
Hari himself was dressed to the nines. He wore a dress shirt and some slacks, decorated with his usual golden bangles, earrings, necklaces and bindi, but pulling his growing hair was the hair ornament Wei got him for Mother's day.
For Wei's birthday present, Hari got him a variety of items such as a phone strap, kneepads, mittens and a tiny, custom made blue yukata — a little piece of Hari's culture, like what Wei did for him on Mother's day.
He waited for Sid to bring in the birthday boy, pouring himself some punch in the meanwhille.
