My birthday was the other day, and a few of my girls took me to Palm Springs for some hot tubbin, eating, video poker and fancy-drink swilling.

We went to a nice dinner one night, and while I kind of expected that they would arrange to have the waitress bring out a piece of cake, I could never in a million years predicted that they would have her bring out this:

Yes, that is dried rose petals and a Best Lover trophy with the cake. I spent the following five minutes making a long-winded acceptance speech and telling the waitress how, if she works really hard, she might win such an award one day. Fucking awesome! I love my friends.