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I step out of the box, temporarily blinded by the sunlight. The first thing I notice are the faces of the women, some looking away in embarrassment but most attempting and failing to stifle their laughter. Many of them have their camera phones pointed towards the stage.

Thinking they are mocking my mother in law for her failed magic trick, I turn to her and attempt to console her.“I’m so sorry, your trick didn’t work.” I say. “I can’t imagine how embarrassing this is.”

My mother in law smiles impishly and eyes me up and down (especially down). “Oh I think it worked like a charm. Besides, MY embarrassment isn’t something you should worry about at the moment.” She says, winking at me. “Now why don’t you give the audience a nice two-handed wave?”

Proud of my mother in law about how she’s handling her failed trick, I oblige, waving both hands over my head. The crowd of ladies roar with laughter, applause, and cat calls.

The attention from all these women has caused me to get a little excited. But surely no one will notice since I have jeans on, right?

My mother in law stands near me on the stage. Taking my hand, she holds it high in the air and proclaims “Ladies, may I present you the birthday boy . . . in his BIRTHDAY SUIT!”