This post originally appeared June 21, 2010 at 1:58 pm. It’s one minute later this year because it’s one year later.
Happy birthday, HRH.
I know it’s weird with us all in estrangement and the like, but the important thing I want you to remember is the time we went to Lucy’s Table and that one waitress who later opened a meditative health center with her husband dropped the champagne as she popped the cork and it spun in the air as it fell and it hosed down THE ENTIRE RESTAURANT in a ten foot radius and the windows and tables and all those third-wave anorexic hipster yippies were dripping with wine. We did that.
Then we went to sit outside with our dessert and that very nice but drunk as shit first-wave yippie lady told us about walking around naked in front of her son when he was young, and then she apologized to us at great length for her generation being poor stewards of the earth and they misspelled “Congratulations” in some kind of very expensive alcohol-and-caramel-dulce-de-leche reduction sauce on your flourless chocolate cake plate.
Sometimes I forget that through no deliberate actions of your own you are somehow elected by the forces in this universe to be a one-man wrecking-crew of every situation you enter. Thank you for being a genial agent of chaos akin to Pigpen, because the anxious uptight energy of my yin at that time deserved and needed that yang to grow and see that what we must always try to do in this world is to stop time and bring back what’s died and it is not a thing we can do alone.
Thank you for trying with me. Happy birthday.
edit: Please, please, please do check out HRH’s new webcomic that he’s hosting on his blog for now but I hope he’ll soon find an even more worthy home and get it all the attention it deserves. And tell a friend. It’s offbeat and hilarious. If we all go look, he’ll do more.
That’s right. You thought I didn’t notice but I did allllll along. Surprise.