Sara asked me a few weeks ago what I wanted for my birthday. I told her I didn't need any presents - all I wanted was to be able to get together with a group of my friends and hang out. I didn't even really have to tell her that, probably. I think she knew that's what I always want for my birthday.

So for weeks now Sara has been planning a surprise birthday party for me. I have a long history of accidentally ruining surprises, so I'm impressed that she took up the challenge.

Sara actually managed to keep the surprise secret so well that I spent a few days feeling sorry for myself that I wasn't going to get to have a party. Admittedly, that makes me look pathetic and like a real spoiled brat. I eventually decided I was going to arrange a small get together of my own for this last Friday - but Sara was so committed to my surprise party that she actually went behind my back and called several of the folks I invited over for Friday AND TOLD THEM NOT TO COME! Sabotage!

So when Saturday, the day of my real party, came and I walked into my house to find a dozen or so of my favorite people hiding in the living room I was shocked and a little embarrassed.

I seriously have the best girlfriend in the world and the most awesome friends in the world. Thanks guys - for a great party and for putting up with my whining.

Here's what me being surprised looks like:






Hey Patch! So glad things went so well and you got a surprise. Cher and I wanted to be there but I had a 6am flight the next day.

Maybe next year we can do it again and I'll surprise you by giving you a compliment or something weird like that?

See ya buddy! Can't wait to hear how the Colonel rocked the party that rocked your body! Wait...ewww that sounds wrong.  


Sorry you guys couldn't make it. Next year for sure.

Also: Ugh.  


happy birthday, buddy! sorry i wasn't there either. Looks like you had a good time by that goofy grin on your face.  


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