What's that? Who got to go out for bazillion dollar sushi at Tojo's over the weekend? And who enjoyed an evening of omakase with Chef Tojo himself? Yes, it was me. of course. Oh, it was delicious, if you were wondering. Who says birthdays are depressing? Not I, says I. Especially when it's someone else's birthday. I didn't have to age a bit and I still got to go out, eat well and listen to a rousing chorus of "Happy Birthday" sung by happy strangers. Good times, for a change.