It occured to me with alarm this morning that I never wished one of my favorite people a raucous 'Happy Birthday!'.
Then I realized there was no appropriate way for me to send her that message with Wifey on round the clock monitoring of all things electronic. Enter the blogosphere. What better way to wish DA a belated Happy Birthday then the one place designed specifically for her to waste time.
Happy Birthday!!! What are you, 35 now? 37? I'm sure you still look fantastic however old you are.
And while we're on the topic, here are some other belated wishes.
For my old co-workers: the ability to survive the changing tide. Word from old friends is things are getting very ugly there.
For my fantasy team: A good doctor to get you back to 100% next season. Since starting 3 - 0, I've lost Kenny Britt, Mike Vick, and now, devestatingly, Fred Jackson. I'm heading towards 4 - 8 after this week. What a disaster.
For the Patriots: That this new found defense isn't simply an illusion but the sign of great things to come. I have my doubts considering Vince Young just threw for 400 yards against you.
For the NBA: The realization that you really shouldn't start your season until Christmas anyway. Nobody pays attention until then regardless. Cut your games down to 70, compress the playoffs (always loved the best of five first round) and be done before July 4th.
For Kos: Two albums to check out (although I'll bet you already have) - Machine Head's "Unto The Locusts" and Wolves in the Throne Room's "Celestial Lineage". Not sure how you feel about Thursday, but their new one, "No Devolucion" is fantastic.
For Bigs: Another drunken, post coital blog entry from some pretty girl's apartment. Still one of my favorites. Oh, and a private office so he can avoid the fat, wheezy woman at work. Least I could do since the first part was more for my benefit.
For Jum: Success at the new job and the chance to watch the JayHawks celebrate in March. Right...from..your...desk. Actually, that sounds fun. The best view I had was the 'Occupy Boston' tent city and hoping for a police induced riot. Alas.
For Rob: Continued success at whatever it is you do for a living and that you son stays as addictively entertaining as he seems to be now. Whenever I need a laugh I go back and watch that video you posted. Cracks me up every time.
For C: The ability to get back to Boston so we can booze it up properly. Doesn't seem like a ton of travel with this new gig, so I should be around.
For 10 (assuming he still reads here): That his new family is still healthy and happy. Perhaps there is a new addition since last we spoke?
For the Red Sox: The ability to make a fucking decision about anything.
For Kevin Garnett: A surprisingly short NBA season so you can make one last run on rested legs...wait a second...
For my new coworkers: The revelation that, yes, I am like this all the time. Suckers!
For my replacement at my old company (who I just heard looks like Jon Lovitz): A sense of humor to protect you from the lunacy you just inherited.
For the rest of you, just keep up the good work. Or start doing good work if you've been slacking.