Well, that was certainly a surprise. My devious little sister set me up with an actual, genuine, surprise party, the little dickens. No clue. None. I had just come back from gorging on wings at Quaker Steak with Matt and Ben, when… BAM! Nothing I could do but just stand there wearing a dumbfounded look and wing sauce. It was a great time and a brilliant plan on my sister’s part, but when I think about it, can I ever really trust any of my friends again? No, of course not. Bastards.