Birthdays: not sure why exactly but I hate mine. I don't want the cake, I don't want the candles, the singing, the presents, I just want the day to come and go. I love however, to celebrate other's birthdays. Odd?yes I know. Last night-no it was not my birthday-I was out with Wendy and experienced a familiar something that would make anyone detest their birthday, the "Happy Birthday" song sung at a chain restaurant. This experience brings to question, why would you choose to have your "special" day celebrated by allowing a bunch of tone-deaf, musically illiterate servers sing, or if you are lucky sing and clap, to you and then drop a Sysco brownie with dream whip and a candle in front you?