It was shaping up to be a good birthday party. Thirty five was one of those semi-big events. Not the splendor of a forty, but still a milestone. I had friends with me and a flight of Bourbon sat before me as we waited for our meals. My beautiful wife Dani sat across from me. Dani is two years younger than me and is as beautiful as the day we met thirteen years ago. She wore a tight fitting black top with my favorite skirt...