Dept. of Beautiful People
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Wanna See A Match Burn Twice?
That was what Bob said to me shortly after he'd met me. He was a bartender at The Barbarossa at the time, and I was already entranced with him, despite having known him less than a week. I was sitting at the bar, late at night, after the live music had stopped. Perhaps someone had put a dime in the jukebox; I can't remember. But I remember him pulling the joke on me, much to my horrified surprise. I also remember how horrified he was, in turn, when he realized that he'd just pulled the joke on someone who didn't know enough to move her arm away in time.
Sort of a weird thing to start a birthday wishes post with, I suppose. Perhaps I should have started with the story about him drooling beer down the front of his shirt as a piece of guerrilla bartender theater? No?
Then let me follow with why I remember those things, from way back at the beginning - it was because he always knew how to laugh, and how to make other people laugh. And it was because his sense of humor was so sideways that it invigorated me, and reminded me not to be so sour and dour. He made me laugh, and that was, if not lifesaving for me, then certainly a priceless gift at a time when I wasn't too apt to smile.
Over the years, he taught me about more than just when to laugh at fate.
He taught me how good and patient a man he is, as he became the full time parent to our son.
He taught me how talented he was, and he taught me how to entertain people.
He taught me about rock and roll. He taught me about jazz, and made me listen to A Love Supreme, and now decades later, he doesn't have to force me to do that, because I want to listen to it myself.
He taught me about living outside my comfort zone in other ways; sushi, and foreign films (at least some of them), and anime, and long late-night talks about whether or not "Is There A God" wasn't the wrong question to ask about life.
He taught me about persisting in the face of pain, and fear, and uncertainty, and about how important it is to talk to the one you love when you need help.
Much of what I am today is because of him. I am so grateful to know him, and to celebrate his birthday with him.
Love you, President of the World!
That was what Bob said to me shortly after he'd met me. He was a bartender at The Barbarossa at the time, and I was already entranced with him, despite having known him less than a week. I was sitting at the bar, late at night, after the live music had stopped. Perhaps someone had put a dime in the jukebox; I can't remember. But I remember him pulling the joke on me, much to my horrified surprise. I also remember how horrified he was, in turn, when he realized that he'd just pulled the joke on someone who didn't know enough to move her arm away in time.
Sort of a weird thing to start a birthday wishes post with, I suppose. Perhaps I should have started with the story about him drooling beer down the front of his shirt as a piece of guerrilla bartender theater? No?
Then let me follow with why I remember those things, from way back at the beginning - it was because he always knew how to laugh, and how to make other people laugh. And it was because his sense of humor was so sideways that it invigorated me, and reminded me not to be so sour and dour. He made me laugh, and that was, if not lifesaving for me, then certainly a priceless gift at a time when I wasn't too apt to smile.
Over the years, he taught me about more than just when to laugh at fate.
He taught me how good and patient a man he is, as he became the full time parent to our son.
He taught me how talented he was, and he taught me how to entertain people.
He taught me about rock and roll. He taught me about jazz, and made me listen to A Love Supreme, and now decades later, he doesn't have to force me to do that, because I want to listen to it myself.
He taught me about living outside my comfort zone in other ways; sushi, and foreign films (at least some of them), and anime, and long late-night talks about whether or not "Is There A God" wasn't the wrong question to ask about life.
He taught me about persisting in the face of pain, and fear, and uncertainty, and about how important it is to talk to the one you love when you need help.
Much of what I am today is because of him. I am so grateful to know him, and to celebrate his birthday with him.
Love you, President of the World!
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Date: Monday, 10 August 2015 12:05 am (UTC)This is the opening paragraph of a novel. Go thou forth and write it. 'twould be such a so!very!much!better! use of your wetware than playing never-grow-up Action Barbies with the creations of strangers. Really. Really. Really.
No, really.
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Date: Monday, 10 August 2015 01:38 pm (UTC)(sarcasm on) "Here, I want
I suppose it might work for some people: shaming them into doing what you want. But for encouraging someone to write a novel? Dumb. Really, really dumb.
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Date: Monday, 10 August 2015 01:59 pm (UTC)And as you know, you and I will probably always be at friendly odds over our views of fanfic. I do tend to love playing Action Barbie with other people's creations; and as I am a bear of almost no true creative ambition, I am happy to do so.
I've met some of the nicest people via fandom, and some of the most interesting writers via fanfic;
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Date: Sunday, 9 August 2015 10:44 pm (UTC)*Happy!Hugs to you both!*
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Date: Sunday, 9 August 2015 10:58 pm (UTC)*hugs back to you and your boys, too*
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Date: Sunday, 9 August 2015 11:11 pm (UTC)BobKathy, at the best and most charitable, my profile of social acuity is rather ragged. So I cannot account for knowing simple, basic things guys™ rarely do. Like, one of the absolutely best ways to reach a woman is to make her laugh.Which, reminds me of Jessica Rabbit's wonderful line: "He makes me laugh." So thank you for reminding me to watch Roger Rabbit again to watch for frames I want to grab for my wallpaper collection.
Best wishes, endless happy returns, and many many more.
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Date: Friday, 21 August 2015 07:59 pm (UTC)And thank you, belatedly, for the good wishes!
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Date: Monday, 10 August 2015 02:20 am (UTC)I don't know the burning match joke. I now know enough to be leery of it.
Your post reminds me of the year I drove down to Chicago for Bob's b'day. Probably 1984 or 1985. When was "Kiss and the Knife" still brand new? I arrived with a full-on road buzz topping a long work week, walking into the party in full swing. Bob handed me the headphones or put them on my head, then played the song for me. Loved it then, still love it now.
I was still not quite ready to engage in party conversations. I remember pulling Edward Steichen's A Life in Photography from your bookshelf and spending a good half-hour and more totally mesmerized. Years later, I pulled a later edition of the book from a store shelf, fully intending to buy it. But the print and paper quality of that edition was...appallingly bad in comparison with the richness of the tones in the photos as I first saw them.
I eventually joined the party at hand and had a fine time, indeed. Just like so many other visits with the two of you and friends over the years.
Here's to many more birthdays, and many more such visits, too.
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Date: Friday, 21 August 2015 08:02 pm (UTC)And let's indeed have many more Bob's Birthdays together!
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