Happy International Birthday, Juicy!

Ok everyone, I know I said I was done for the night (it's almost 9:30PM and I have had a bag of chips and a hash brown to hold me for the past 30 hours!), but before I disappear into the night in Allahabad, I want to wish Juicy, MD a really special birthday.

Now, as everyone who reads this knows, I'm terrible with birthdays, so true to form, I totally missed hers (TOTALLY meaning by 3 days), and while I did email her NINE days early, in anticipation that I would, on the occasion and delusional from Indian heat (and probably dysentery), forget, I now remember that I've forgotten (how is THAT for post-modern!?), and want to belatedly, and repeatedly, wish her a happy birthday.

In the Pizza Hut's in India (at least the one Desi and I went to in Amritsar and the one I went to, um, TWICE in Agra) they have two very important traditions: 1. You ring a silver bell on the way out of you had a good time; 2. You do an elaborate birthday song while the birthday kid stands on a chair and you clap and refer to the person as "Miss" or "Sir" and sing both the American version and the Indian version (which is weird, because it's in English and is about God blessing you...or something).

Anyway, I'm putting Juicy on a figurative chair, singing her happy birthday, and ringing ma bell (in the words of Donna Summer...which I think was a dual reference to picking someone up/visiting for a date AND clitoral stimulation...but we're forgetting that and co-opting it for a birthday).

UGH, her other gay friend in med school is SO making ground on me with this one! I hope he sucks at remembering birthdays, too!

More importantly: I hope she has had a wonderful birthday (and rocked all her exams).

Effusively and with birthday cheer,

VC