Monday, November 10, 2008

Big Times

Oh, my little chickens, what excitement around our normally sleepy little corner. Yesterday was the anniversary of R Man dropping by his cardiologist and winding up being whisked into the hospital for open heart surgery. Let that be a lesson to you, duckies. It was also our 27th anniversary of meeting in a sleazy New Orleans bar. My, my, my. Who could have known pulling my pants down in the backroom of Jewel's would be such a brilliant first step.

And then today is R Man's birthday; happy, happy sweetie. His 60th, in fact. To start the celebrations of such a momentous one, we had lunch at the Zuni Cafe yesterday with his best friends - delicious, amusing and LONG on very hard seats. My butt is still sore, but it was a wonderful time.

I gave R several CDs of Renaissance music including a piece written for some long gone Pope which was only performed for his Holiness, alone, all by his bad self, on Easter by a choir of men and pussyboys. God only knows what went on after that, although I am perfectly wiling to speculate.

And a hat. He dug it. Dinner tonight at the always delightful Range with yet more friends (who knew we had so many?)

Tomorrow, of course, is our date with destiny when the beautiful and lovely David comes over to cut down the tree in our backyard. To finish the birthday celebration, we're having hot dogs for lunch. We have been very virtuous ever since the silly old cardiac incident by not eating fat or processed meats, which way leave out hot dogs, so this exception is a big deal. I also realize from sad experience with you guys and your lacivous comments whenever poor little Dave is mentioned, that combining him and wieners in one post is asking for it. Consider this a present to you all, you vulgar dogs you. Knock yourselves out. Happy birthday.


  1. Birthday salutations to the fabulous RMan!

    I, for one, shall take the high road here and delicately pass on the wiener schtick. But please do share how your bush trimming goes down. I'm a big horticulturalist from back in the day.

  2. I’m not above making comments about wieners or having your tree whacked! Ba dum bomp! That’s it. Congratulations to your special man on his special day and ya'lls special day together. You guys really like to pack'em all together don’t ya?

  3. To paraphrase Dorothy Parker who said it best: you can lead a horticulture, but you can't make him think.

    On another note, Happy Birthday R Man!

  4. Yeay!
    Happy birthday to Rman!

    I was down by the former Jewel's just the other night.

    I made a wish in your (plural) honor.

  5. Oh, happy happy belated dear R!

  6. RMan-as handsome this day as he was in the pic Mr. P posted a few months back...MAy his birthday be filled with joy, and his year healthy. May he enjoy is weiner with all the trimmin's.


  7. WHEEE!!!! Happy Birthday Mr. Mr. Peenee.

  8. i really like the hat. you look hot!


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