I've decided that few people are easier to surprise than Frenchy. I sat right next to him on the couch and sent an email out to several of his friends with the title: Quentin's Birthday - SHHHH!
I'm sure he looked over my shoulder at my screen on more than one occasion, but still managed to never see those email headers.
Then, on the day of his surprise dinner, I met Tucker at L' Illa to buy his gift: a new tennis racket. After five minutes, Frenchy called me and said, "Hey do you want to meet for lunch at L' Illa?" I would never EVER turn down Frenchy for lunch so, not wanting to appear suspicious, I said, "Sure, I can be there in a few minutes if I leave the office now." Then a voice came over the loudspeaker at the sporting goods shop requesting a price for something... And Frenchy still paid no heed. He's the best! When he arrived, he didn't even think it was weird that I'd randomly bumped into Tucker and Alex, nor that they had a new tennis racket with them....
So I could probably throw him a surprise party every year and he'd still never suspect it! Frenchy rocks.
Tucker, moi, Xandy, Frenchy, Miguel, and Brandon... some of the 30+ attendees:
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Am I not the true example that "love is blind"?
AAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! You are also the perfect example that love is sick!
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