LET THIS SERVE AS WARNING! EVERY time i spend the weekend at Bruce's house, if we go out to lunch, it's my birthday. Only thing is, i never know it. After the meal, the waiter/waitress comes over with some sort of desert that's adorned with a lit candle sticking right in the middle of it. Then EVERYONE in the restaurant sings happy birthday, while i sit there, embarassed and surprised... One day i'll get him back. If you ever find yourself out to lunch with Bruce Wellington, keep in mind that it just might be your birthday.