Then I get this card.

"Are you okay?"

"My throat is closing up, maybe we should leave."

This birthday card is an inside joke from my BFF Howard that I will not explain other than to say we are still celebrating our birthday together -- we were born on the same day. I will consult the Party Time chapter in my new Raw Energy Bible to determine if there is an emergency raw juice antidote one could administer to a vodka-allergic friend that you inadvertently ordered a vodka-based cocktail for -- premium of course. For future reference.