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Lance is taking me out to dinner next weekend for my birthday.

I know he wants nothing more than to embarrass me by having the waitstaff sing and bring me a cake or something, so I'm trying to find a place that will minimize that humiliation.

There is a very good Greek/Italian restaurant that is hidden away in a charming but modest house somewhere in the neighboring town of Auburn. That sounds like a pretty good option.

I think I'll be avoiding chain restaurants for this dinner. I am also considering Paolo's, which is a very nice mom-and-pop Italian place very close to our house. But I've been in a Greek food mood lately, so option #1 might be best.

I have also been wanting enchiladas and margaritas, but I'm not going to wear a freaking sombrero.

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Someone here is getting old
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I don't know but it's been said
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Someone's head is turning red
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HAHA. Where did you pick up this delightful little ditty?

Far too many dinners at Applebee's with at least one "birthday" party in the room. They mobilize the entire staff (minus the lucky girl behind the bar), march up, clap and sing this song. This is actually only the first part LOL

Why would *anyone* over the age of 15 submit to celebrating their birthday in a tchotchke-type chain restaurant, anyways, let alone allow themselves to be made a spectacle of? That I have never understood. Is the free dessert worth it?

I already had that happen to me when I was in Rochester, and it was a month away from my birthday. Some guy in our party did it as a joke to embarrass me. And I HATE it. I hate being made a spectacle of.

And the thing is, Lance knows this. So don't ask me why he takes such delight in doing such things to me. I don't understand it.

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