I find it odd that I know two people who share a birthday. For some of you, that may not seem like so big a deal, but to me, it just is. Plus, they're both really cool people. And this birthday puts one of them at 34 years old and the other at 33.
You all know the first. She is the wonderful Miss Sizzle. If you don't know her and absolutely love her, clearly your head is on backwards or it's shoved in a very dark, tight, smelly place. When you figure out what's wrong and remedy the situation, go over to her site and wish her a happy birthday. She's very deserving of your well wishes. Plus, she's been plugging her birthday lovefest, so join in the shenanigans.
The other is someone you don't know except maybe for one post I put up some time ago that you may or may not have read.
His name is Mike and he is one of my best friends. Ever.
The only problem is that I cannot really say "happy birthday" to him. At least not in a physical sense.
Mike died back in 1993 while I was a freshman at Iowa State University. I believe it was some kind of cancer that killed him. A guy that liked everyone. A guy that everyone liked.
I haven't been able to speak with him in nearly 14 years. The last time I really saw him was on a road trip he and I took to Cedar Rapids, IA, to visit some of his family and check out a record store he loved.
So, today, I'm spending my lunch break hanging out with him in the only way I can think how. By his grave, chilling out, sharing a KISS mix with him via my iPod.
God, he'd love iPods.
Happy birthday, Sizzle and Mike.