mission decoy dinner

so the plan was to execute mission decoy dinner on sunday, 2nd april at 1830 hours. intensive preps started the thursday prior, and while i was elbows deep in meat and marinade, skewers strewn all over for effect, there is this mysterious knock on my door. mind you, it's 2120 hours at this time, and though late night visitors are not entirely uncommon, even they tend to give advance notice. fast forward, it's the boy at the door with surprise! on his agenda. ridiculous shoving of evidence - food or otherwise - into the fridge becomes the hasty salvage. more fast forwarding, and he's tagging along to vic mart the next day with many a worrying boy, that's a lotta prawns you're buying! comment. and then, oh, i cancelled sunday study group so i'm free in the arvo. eek! i'm fast losing control over the mission. problem is, plan B can't kick into gear because... there is no plan B! come sunday, in between very obvious whispered plans, hushed chat snippets and highly suspicious phone conversations, the (luckily, blur) one with wonderous comments says, i think i'll take a slow drive back to ballarat. go early, maybe after lunch, y'know, so i can take my time. say what?!? thankfully, i have some resourcefulness yet - and know his downfalls. i successfully put him in bed, and voila! i sneak about the house like mouse, and the rest is in the photo evidence:

meanwhile, mission hengster hits the big 3-oh surprise had already kicked into action. amid sneaking around on sunday for misison decoy, more crafty ongoings of distributing confidential details to the undisclosed operation of mission surprise for the saturday following was taking place. all seemed well, with prevailing nagging to keep mission surprise under wraps no-matter-what in tow, until one cadet, drunk on kebabs at mission decoy night, almost let the cat out of the bag. the cover up, though shoddy, is accepted by target, also drunk on kebabs from the night. fast forward though countless alliances, organization complexities and the like, and on thursday, target calls with a deadly message: i'm playing xbox saturday night nothing is standing in my way we're starting at six i've called all the boys we're getting a projector arranged all the details and that's the final word. needless to say, emergency evacuation was to take place. or in this case, fountains of tears alongside C-class excuses induced. seven hundred and forty-eight stalling tactics and twenty-nine attempts at forcing a dress change later, and we have the photo facts: