I’m going to go ahead and just call this “The Happy Birthday Blog!”

One of my best online friends celebrated a birthday today.
He is the person who kept me motivated when I lost weight after having my daughter– sometimes he used Asshole Motivation Techniques that made me cry**, but most of the time, he was supportive and kind and for that, he will always have a special place in my ass.
(ha ha. You thought I was going to say heart.)
I was finally able to meet him in April when I went to NYC and while there was a little bit of awkwardness in the cab ride on the way to dinner because ha ha ha! I’m riding in a cab with “Dateboy”, it really was like hanging out with an old friend.
I never posted the one picture we took together in NYC, because we both had a case of The Droopies. (My droopy eye. His droopy whole entire side of his face. Or whatever it was he said, because he doesn’t have any Droopy whatsoever, he was just trying to make me feel better. DROOP THIS, man.) But, I’ve accepted The Droopy Eye and so, here we are. Together at his office, just before we played about 30 rounds of Beer Pong (and when I say “we” I mean “Him and his friends” because he only let me play one game and then totally forgot I was there and so I had to pretend like I had to be somewhere so that I didn’t feel like a big giant asshole standing there by myself with a camera strapped around my neck.)
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I had the pleasure of meeting his drop dead gorgeous girlfriend and except for the part where I talked about milk squirting out of my tits and cried over dinner, it wasn’t awkward or weird at all hanging out with someone who I had never met or even had one internet conversation with. I emailed her today and asked her if she would like to post a birthday message to Michael on my blaawwwg and she was all “OMG! YES!”
Why I love The Internet
From Ruthie:

Today is a very special day because it is the birthday of the amazing, talented, caring, intelligent, wonderful guy, My Boyfriend, Michael. Although older… it appears that he hasn’t changed a bit.
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(Me: hahahahahhahhahahahaaa. And also? Awwwwww.)
Happy Birthday, Michael.
Love,
Me and Ruthie.
**That was only one time, he was laughing at me while I was trying my hardest on the treadmill saying things like “you suck!” Oh, yeah, and it was just a dream. So, I totally forgive him.

18 thoughts on “I’m going to go ahead and just call this “The Happy Birthday Blog!””

  2. Twenty Four At Heart

    I have a friend (?) who is acting as a personal trainer lately. I HATE him … a lot of times. Maybe he’ll have a special place in my ass someday too. ha! Don’t think my husband, Briefcase, would like hearing THAT?? I’m having a contest this week, have you entered yet? There’s a $50 prize!! If you get a chance, swing by! Who doesn’t need fifty bucks in this economy?

  3. Y

    “Maybe he’ll have a special place in my ass someday too. ha! Don’t think my husband, Briefcase, would like hearing THAT??”
    HA!!! I didn’t even think about it like that. I thought about it more like “because he’s a pain in my ass.”
    But, either way, it was funny, yes?
    Ok, probably only to me. but still. ASS.

  4. jenijen

    OK, as the fourth person at that dinner I want to go on the record and say that YOU were so wonderful and funny and perfect that night. It was a lovely night, not awkward or weird, just friends hanging out. And, I cried, too, so there.
    xoxo

  7. vicki

    I have a droopy eye, too. Mine is from Bells Palsy…SEVEN fucking years ago!! I’m one of the lucky ones that got stuck with it for life, unlike just a couple weeks like most normal people. Is that why yours is droopy, too?

  11. Kay

    That then and now picture is perfection! LOL Happy Birthday Michael! As I age I noted I also have a droopy eye but mine is more squinty eye, I have no idea what is up with that but I hate it!

  12. Jennifer

    Y,
    I’ve been reading your blog and looking at your great photography for probably about a year now. And not *once* have I noticed that you have a droopy eye. It’s funny how clearly we see our own “flaws” when other people never even notice them. Hope this makes you feel a little better.

  17. patois

    What a great tribute. Love the photos.
    Most of all, though, I love your line “and so I had to pretend like I had to be somewhere so that I didn’t feel like a big giant asshole standing there by myself with a camera strapped around my neck.” I could so relate.

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