When I sat back down I was ready, but the entire table had moved on to a discussion of dream pop as a genre that needed to be deep-sixed. Dang.
The busboy plunked down a flourless chocolate cake number in front of our friend, and we all started to sing "Happy Birthday" to him. Soon the nearby tables chimed in a little and there was scattered clapping. He blew out the candle and we were all smiling again. I said a quiet thank-you to Jesus for my friends. Especially the ones who covered my bill because I had no money. 'Twas very Christlike. Cha-cha-cha.