Tuesday, June 5, 2012

June the sixth

Showing some skin, nineteen eightysomething.

It's hard to explain to those who don't know him how strange and great Nick is, but I'll try. He has a very specific opinion on how he'd dress if he were a woman. Sometimes when he introduces himself he will point out that while his name is Nick, he's always felt like more of a Brian, really.

And last night, I had ridden my bike to Sjanneke and Ryan's new house to shoot the shit over a few beers. It is a 7 mile ride, made annoying and slightly dangerous by the construction being done on the bike path and all the subsequent detours. Around 10:30 p.m., I was getting ready to head home when I saw that I had missed a few calls from him. I made some joke about him being a controlling girlfriend, when I saw he'd sent a text: Want an escort home? I can meet you on bike. This kind of thing is standard in my life. What a dream to be with someone so eager to be up and about, so ready to help.

Tomorrow is his birthday. Happy birthday, old man.


  1. Is is totally weird that I just want to blow raspberries all over that adorable little kid belly?

    Happy birthday, Nick!