My Birthday?

On our last Monday, we finished working, gave some fantastic tours at Carthage and then went out to dinner with Kevin and Mary Ballard and Doug and Jolene Bingham.  

Somehow the workers in the restaurant got the impression that it was my birthday.  We finished eating and just sat and chatted.  Suddenly there they were putting the sombrero on my head and singing happy birthday.  The dessert they brought was delicious and I shared it with all.  I was really embarrassed as it wasn't my birthday.  Not even close.