You Can't Spell "Forty" Without a Big Dubya

(At least not in some languages, I assume.)

I'm a creature of habit.

When I first started blogging almost two years ago (Jesus, has it really been that long?) I didn't really know what I was doing, so I surfed around looking for other dads from whom I could take some cues.  There weren't a ton of them, but I did manage to dig up a few that seemed to have a similar personality to me.  I've added a few blogs to my blogroll since then, but I mostly keep up with the old standbys that I've known from the beginning.  Like Paulie, I'm loyal that way.

One of those dudes turns really old today:  Mr. Big Dubya.

I've got a special bond with the big guy.  Cheeky and Little Dub are almost the same age, and I often found him struggling with and writing about the same things I was.  We were both founding fathers at DadCentric, and shared a common love for the minutiae of movie references.  I would sometimes drop obscure references in my blogs knowing he'd be the only one to catch them.  (OK, those were easy, but still...)

He came down to NYC a couple times and we hooked up for lunch.  He's not that big, nor that dubya.  He's a "good guy" in that way that guys refer to each others as "good guys" after a lot of drinks and the discharging of firearms.  I'm glad to count him as one of my friends.

One of my OLD friends!

So let's all raise a pint of Guinness to Mr. Big Dubya, who is entering a new census demographic which, as a consequence, will be written in a much larger font the next time he takes it.  He can no longer argue when someone calls you a "dirty old man," and he's officially eligible for an AARP discount on hip replacements.

I'd offer you a beer. big guy, but it will have to wait until Fenway in July.  But it's your birthday, so let me at least offer you this tip on how to get beer for free!

Props need to go out to Kara for organizing this.  My birthday is August 22, BTW, and I promise to act surprised...

Comments

[Kara]

Oooh, August 22nd. I'll be on vacation.

[Kara]

just clicked on your links. that fat elvis has cameltoe. i think i have to go throw up now.

[p-man]

Yep. Ralph.

[whit]

Hey, I got him nothing too. How embarrassing.