I am still in shock, friends. This weekend, I was surprise-partied. My sister-in-law set it all up, snookered me into thinking that I was just meeting her and my bro for dinner and, in the words of Champ Kind, WHAMMY! Surprise party.

Being surprised with a birthday party is a very cool experience. It's very flattering to have a bunch of people sneaking around and doing all this planning, just so you don't find out about it. Luckily, I'm an utterly self-centered person who has no ability to pay any attention to the social cues of others, so I was completely clueless. I think the key to keeping the surprise was my brother - he and I traditionally communicate in a caveman-like code of grunts and guttural noises. Seriously, I've known the kid almost 28 years and I literally think I've said a total of seven words to him. So our utter lack of verbal interaction was a key component in the non-spoiled surprise.

So big thanks to all my friends and family who came out to celebrate the big me. Extra special thanks to my sis-in-law Katie for organizing the whole thing. You are a rock star.

It's going to be tough to top a surprise party, but the birthday month continues to roll as we are officially in the midst of... birthday week.

Honestly, people - I should have thought this whole "Brendo Birthday Month" thing through. It's starting to get exhausting. But I will soldier on, for you - the heroes who want to buy me drinks.