We finally got to celebrate Allen’s birthday – I was sick on the actual day, right before we left for Mexico – but it was probably more memorable for what landed up on him than for where he landed up.  (Although “land” is probably a bit of a misnomer, as you are about to sea.)  After a lovely stroll on the boardwalk, we decided to stop for some sunset photos.  Now the boardwalk is a good 20 feet inland from the high tide mark, and another 10 feet up from the beach, so you can hear and see the waves but there isn’t much danger of getting sprayed.  Except … there we were, posing for a shot, when this demonic wave crashed over the railing, drenching the two of us head to toe – not even spritzing any of the other onlookers.  Just the two of us, dripping in bewilderment.  Fortunately, it was a warm and breezy evening, so after weighing the odds of winning a wet t-shirt contest, we decided we could drip dry and carry on with our plans for dinner at a jazz café, wet undies and all.  We dined on a sumptuous meal in elegant surroundings with Nancy, Mary and Gene, culminating with a chorus of waiters singing the Happy Birthday song in Spanish.  Allen proudly held up his cake to display the congratulatory message for the camera, but do you see that little white spot on top of the chocolate cake?  That would be where a big scoop of ice cream sat.  Allen is looking at where it landed.  Then came the flambéed Mexican coffees…let’s just say, mercifully, his eyebrows are still intact.