My Big Birthday is just one month from now and there’s a fancy party in the works, courtesy of Mark and my girlfriends, to help me celebrate.

When I say “fancy,” I mean that it’s going to look to the outsider like we had a party planner involved, and that we spent half the year having “our people” call “their people.”

But - in case you are new here: that’s not how this works. (I’m doing my hands up and down the length of my body when I say, “this.”)