i don't generally like surprises

That's sort of how I'm wired. I don't like surprises, as a general rule. There's a short list of other things I don't like:

• beets
• cell phone plans, or companies, for that matter
• the recent glut of reality shows
• basketball
• wet socks
• whining
• the designated hitter rule
• practical jokes

I have a history of figuring out surprises. Christmas gifts, surprise birthday parties, the ending of The Sixth Sense...Call it a knack, a gift, an insatiable appetite for having the upper hand.

Being surprised means that someone got one over on me, was able to keep me in the dark, or had more info than me.

Kim is whisking me away to New York tomorrow for an anniversary surprise/continuation of my birthday present. My wife and kids are doing something special for me/us on the 27th of each month to celebrate my 40th year on the planet.

The only thing that I know is that we're headed to NY (city? state?) for something Kim keeps referring to as BP. I thought it was a Broadway Play. Kim assures me that's not the case.

BP in NY...Bowling Pro-Am? Batting Practice? Brazilian Percussion? Banjo Phestival? I have to admit that I am stumped. I guess that I'll have to learn to enjoy surprises, at least this kind.

A night away with the love of my life doing something special to celebrate our 18 years of marriage...Yeah, I can get on board with that.