Somebody had a birthday yesterday!
It was me!
Jeannie, my carpool partner, organized a birthday dinner at Cancun's, where I had never been, and twenty or so of my friends and coworkers came.
That's when the margaritas started.
And then the servers came with tambourines and a sombrero, and put the sombrero on me while they sang... and then inexplicably smeared whipped cream all over my face:
I guess it's a Mexican tradition, maybe?
To make up for soiling me with dairy products, they prepared a special shot.
"Is special shot!"
See that lit match next to it? About one second after that photo the shot was on fire, and about two seconds later it was in my mouth.
Yeah, it was a good birthday.