I love my boys. What was to have been a private, sedate birthday dinner at everyone's favorite German beerhall/restaurant, Schnitzel Haus, turned out to be a big surprise for me. The boys packed the place and even Miss Tiffany put on a performance. It wasn't exactly Eva Braun singing Alpine ditties, but her nearly seven-feet of Amazon-like talent did command the attention of the entire room. I could hardly make it up the steps to The Palace afterwards; I can hear the phone now. "Hello, this is the Betty Ford Clinic. Your suite is ready."