Friday Afternoon Interlude (Life Begins at Forty Ounces Edition)

This marks the last full week that my wife will have been in her 30’s. I can’t speak authoritatively for her, but from out here I’d say that it sure looks like the highest impact decade of her life thus far.

Being born and going from a single cell to a 5th grader is a big deal, sure. Getting taller, hairier, and goofier before discovering boys, punk rock, drugs, and Marx is a big deal too. Blossoming into something that looks a lot like an adult, attaining advanced levels of education, being involved in relationships and career opportunities that really will go down in your permanent record is a great big deal.

But the 30’s and the whirling myriad friends and events that constitute this part of the ride (as well as those produced in its course) stand tall on a promontory high above the others. Over the last ten years, she’s been through the Pacific Northwest, Chicago, New York, Los Angeles, and our nation’s capitol, Washington, D.C. All have been charmed, and all but the last were heartbroken when she left.

She picked up a husband (me) along the way, in reasonably good condition and at a considerable bargain, and bred with him (me). Twice. Some say that this is proof that she’s still fallible. I say that may be true, but it means that even though she seems god-like, she’s still one of us.

If this trend continues, her 40’s will be world-shaking. To celebrate, and honor, my lovely, talented, charming, beautiful wife, I was going to post “Happy Birthday” by Altered Images from 1981. But then I watched it and realized that it contains a much higher content of things from the 80’s we actually should be embarassed about than I remembered. You think I’m kidding? Click that link, watch it, and tell me I’m wrong.

So, instead, let’s hear from some of the Greatest Rock Icons of All Time, and let’s start with The King. Take it away Elvis!

Woo! I’m all shook up too! Next up, the Beatles! (Honey, pretend your name is “Saturday Club”, it makes the experience much better, trust me.)

Just wonderful, thanks fellas! And last, perhaps the most famous, most recognized name in Rock History… folks give it up for Satan!

That was great! And, believe me, much less evil than Altered Images. Ya learn something new every day. Every day for 14,600 days, give or take a leap day or 10. That’s a lot of learning, one would think someone this age would be pretty good at it by now.

I think you’re really good at it, Honey, and I just know the next 40 are going to be spectacular. Except for this new Depression, that’s gonna be tough. And the super TB epidemic will suck pretty hard, and of course, the Zombies. But everything after that is gonna be great! I’m a lucky lucky boy for getting to grow old(er) with you, Happy Birthday.

Everyone who’s not my wife: have a great weekend. Everyone who is my wife: get ready to have a really, really great weekend.

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2 Responses to “Friday Afternoon Interlude (Life Begins at Forty Ounces Edition)”

  1. Tod Says:

    Let me be first to say, here anyway, to say the wife is one of the loveliest people I have met along my ride.
    Happy Birthday, have a really, really great weekend, and every one after.

  2. chiggins Says:

    Thanks Doctor!

    We had a spectacular weekend up there. We’re gonna have another one down here thi Saturday I think, not as big a deal, but perhaps some oysters and booze. I’ll send ya details.

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