Weeks ago, probably mid-January, Drew asked me if I wanted to go to a Superbowl party with people he worked with. I agreed, since he seemed excited to go (so unlike him) and figured it would be awkward and I would spend the entire time wrangling Fynn in front of strangers... the things we do for the ones we love.
As the party got closer, I asked for details. Who, what, where... did we need to bring anything? He had answers for all my questions and again, I wasn't really looking forward to it.
Superbowl Sunday arrived, and I double checked what time we needed to be at the party. Drew said 1, so we'd probably leave around 12:15. (Does the timing raise a red flag for you? Totally didn't for me... can you tell I'm not a football fan?)
We headed out and I soon realized we were near my friend from work's house. Drew asked where exactly she lived and I told him the best I could, laughing as he said that the party was right on the same road. What were the odds (Are you laughing yet? I was completely clueless).
We turned onto my friend's road and I was all "There's Val's house". And Drew turned in. I turned to him and said "oh, does your friend from work live in an apartment? What are the odds that your friend would live in the apartment attached to my friends house?" Drew just smiled. I was still clueless.
As I got out of the car I was thinking about stopping at Val's house on the way to the apartment to say hi and laugh about the coincidence... and then I saw another of my friends from work pull into the driveway. And it hit me. I turned to Drew "are you messing with me?" (okay, I totally didn't say messing, but I try to keep this blog pretty PG).
Other friends showed up in the door way, and I realized I had been had. I had no idea that they were throwing me a party. And they were so excited to have pulled one over on me. Not going to lie, I'm super impressed with Drew's ability to pull this off without letting anything slip- usually he just tells me and says to act surprised.