My friends' tradition says your present must be "special" in every way: from carefully packing the items so that the birthday girl does not loose the trill of not knowing what the hell is inside, to the present itself. It must always include something one would never use in public, but would make a great centerpiece. Previous items included a baseball bat with one's brother name on it (to be used in cases of major necessity :-)) cleverly packed in a hammer-like box.
This year made no exception and my special present came wrapped up in a garbage sac:
It's a bird, it's a plane, it's a telephone!
Other special items in this year's sac: a Jackie Chan image cut from a magazine just for me (BTW Chuck Norris still kicks Jackie Chan's ass), a very fluffy fan which I fear will come in handy soon in July. Bonus: Audrey Hepburn for my wall.
