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surprise + me — OVERSLEPT! We'd stayed up way too late at Siege's birthday party the previous evening. If you're going to miss an international flight, at least have a good reason!

surprise + me — Mind blown.

surprise + me — Hey, Big Spender.

surprise + me — The next sequence of photos does a fairly awesome job of summarizing what happens pretty much every time I attend a wedding. Oh yes, there will be dancing.

surprise + me — Before she could answer, I got down on knee and popped the big one! She was so surprised that at first she didn't say anything. She just kept looking around totally surprised trying to process what was happening.

surprise + me — And activities like this. Any time that you think it's a good idea to try to see if you can still put you're leg behind you're head and you're in a bar...

surprise + me — Incredible!

surprise + me — Me surprised!

surprise + me — Ten envelopes and ten more rhyming couplets later...I was led to my scavenger-hunt birthday surprise!

surprise + me — Let's hear it for jail-bait!

surprise + me — Then, after we'd finished eating, they surprised me with a homemade (thanks, Leigh!) belated birthday cake!

surprise + me

surprise + me — Holy Fruity French Toast, Batman!

surprise + me — Hoo-ah!

surprise + me — Unfazed by all the grab-ass, I kept on dancing with her - and then, while she was dancing behind me a few minutes later, Fraces, a sixty-seven year old woman, a senior citizen for God's sake, full-on reached around and grabbed my junk. With both hands. I reported back to Grant who at first, didn't believe me. Conversation went something like this:

Me: Duuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuude!
Grant: What?
Me: Frances just grabbed my dick!
Grant (confused): What do you mean?
Me: What do you mean 'What do I mean?' I mean, she GRABBED MY DICK!
Grant: No way.
Me: Yes way.
Grant: Really?
Me: Yes, I think she totally wants to make out with me!
Grant: She wouldn't make out with you! And you wouldn't make out with her!
Me: Sure I would, why not?
Grant (angered): NO FUCKING WAY! YOU WOULDN'T!
Me (confused): Um, yes I would.
Grant (exasperated): DUDE! She's an OLD LADY!
Me: So?
Grant: There's NO WAY in the world you'd make out with her! NO WAY!
Me: Well, I mean I'm not gonna take her out back and give her stinky pinky or anything, but I'd kiss her.
Grant: YOU WOULD NOT KISS HER! SHUT UP!
Me: Yes I would.
Grant: I'll bet you anything you won't kiss her.
Me: Okay, like what?
Grant: I bet you dinner at Peter Luger's Steakhouse!
Me: If I kiss her you'll buy me a full dinner at Peter Luger's?
Grant: Yes.
Me: All I have to do is kiss Frances?
Grant: With TONGUE!
Me: Done. Shake on it.

And with those words, and a handshake to seal the deal - I walked over to Frances and...

surprise + me — Grant licks Lorelei's hair while I try to make the "I can't believe Alex made out with half of our interns" expression go away.

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