I had expected my 21st birthday to pass uneventfully, forgotten by friends, and lamented about this to my girlfriend, Joyce.

Today, Joyce threw a surprise party to celebrate my birthday.  I was waylaid by Arthur along the hall corridor, dragged (sackcloth over head and all) into my room, where Joyce, a couple of friends, and a half-melted Swensen’s ice cream cake were waiting to surprise me.  It was the best ice cream cake I’ve ever tasted !