It starts something like... “Dude, my wife’s birthday is in three weeks and I need a plan.” Of course you start with your buddies who are no help whatsoever.  Usually it’s an idea that resembles your party planning strategy from your early twenties and rather than wine, there’s a keg involved.

That’s out of the question of course so you go to your mother. “Mom, it’s her 40th! It’s got to be spectacular!” “How about that new restaurant on the north end of town” she says.  And so it goes.  A few more calls, a few more boring, overdone, less than exciting ideas are presented and you realize you are not the “entertainment Guru” you thought you were in college.