Remember Lindsay?  We were supposed to gallvant about Europe together last year before that little Icelandic Volcano situation that landed me instead Stateside but in Hawaii jumping out of airplanes?  She spent a weekend with me recently, and we marked the end of her visit with birthday cake at Magnolia Bakery in Bev Hills.  Normally, crabby face while in presence of red velvet cake is reason for psychiatric evaluation.  But maybe I just sang her "Happy Birthday" at the top of my lungs in front of everyone at the (surprisingly echo-y!) bakery.  Hey, I just said it and I will say it again.  Being my friend means a willingness to be embarrassed at any given moment.