Don’t mind the light shining on Chris’s face, that’s just Paul McCartney in the background from last Friday night at Lolla. It was our first time seeing McCartney and we were both blown away. If you ever get the chance to see him, you have to do it.
Today also happens to be the birthday of that beautiful bearded man you see above. And boy am I happy he was born. And I’m even happier our friend, Sara, introduced us eight years ago in that smelly Fiji party house basement one evening and changed things forever.
I don’t even like to think about what things would be like if not for that night.
For starters I would never have seen Paul McCartney. I wouldn’t have seen half the cool bands I’ve seen thanks to Chris and his love for music.
I still wouldn’t know how to put lids on things. So my fridge would be a mess all of the time.
Same goes for the tupperware drawer.
I would never have tried Siracha. Or Lawrys.
Or seen movies like Out Cold or Into the Wild.
I wouldn’t know how to survive in the wilderness naked and afraid, luckily I do now.
And chicken wings. I can’t imagine a life without chicken wings.
I can’t imagine not having weekends where we jump on the scooter and go all over Chicago in search of the best nachos, burger, Bloody, ext… And then say “we really have to eat healthy this week” every Monday and by Wednesday we’re back at the burger bar.
Without Chris, my road rage would be even worse than it is now. I know he can’t always tell this, but he’s calmed me down quite a bit behind the wheel. I let people in my lane a lot more than I used to. And I rarely give people the bird anymore.
I often find myself thinking, what would Chris do? And Chris would never flip someone off. Or honk. Because nice people don’t do that, just rude assholes like myself. So thank you Chris, for helping me be less of a rude asshole.
He’s taught me how to be more sympathetic and patient. Prior to meeting Chris I had the patience of a two year old, now I’m almost up to a ten year old level. I’ve even started sharing my food thanks to him, I no longer bite someone’s finger off when they try to grab a French fry from my plate.
And without Chris, there would be no Harlow. Can you imagine? I can’t. I didn’t even know Vizslas existed until Chris told me about the breed.
Most importantly, if Chris hadn’t been born my life would be so much less fun. So much less happy. So much less everything.
So cheers to another birthday together. Let’s celebrate the next one on our honeymoon.