Two weeks ago, my wife, Sofia, told me she would like to celebrate my birthday with a party. She was going to invite old friends, new friends, neighbors, co-workers, and some family members. “Would you like to have a party, Hugh?” she asked. I thought about it for less than ten seconds and I said, “Yes, I would.” After all, I thought, I’ve been looking pretty good these days — working out at the gym for hours — not just exercising, but body building as well. Since I haven’t seen most of these people lately, it would be cool to show them a 65-year-old guy who doesn’t look a day over 50. “Oh God, I love myself,” as I kissed my arm. (mwa-mwa.)