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April 20, 2004

Happy birthday, Danny!

My first strong memory of Dan is when he came out with some of the crew to a movie during our freshman year of high school. My mom picked him up and was as surprised as me that he was so startlingly articulate around a parent (a feat which only my girl scout troop and later the Lad were able to match). We started talking about the recent uproar over the possibility of gangs in school which had led to the banning of certain colors being worn together. "Gangs in Pleasant Hill?" Dan asked incredulously. "What would their symbol be? Wicker?"

Hey, I thought. This guy is funny. I spent the movie hoping that he would try to hold my hand, even though I was then involved in a serious relationship with a future convict. He never did make a move though. Hey, I thought. This guy is probably some strange breed of man who will eventually go off to become a monk on a mountaintop. Otherwise, wouldn't we be making out right now?

Happy birthday, D/T. You are by far the most interesting of all the ex-Falcons, and one of the very few who has never made out with either me or the Lad (I'm pretty sure). Have a wonderful day, and try not to get my boyfriend killed.

Posted by didofoot at April 20, 2004 11:38 AM

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Hmm, my first strong memory of D/T is lying on the hood of that blue suburban beast of a car in the Valley View parking lot.

But my FAVORITE memory of D/T is all the times I would give him a ride home from school and he would insist on putting in Queen. We would blast out of that high school parking lot, top down, screaming along to Bohemian Rhapsody while all the too cool for brains or musical appreciation crowd looked on in disgust.

Happy Birthday! Try not to get yourself killed either.

Posted by: michele at April 20, 2004 01:34 PM

Happy Birthday, friend!

my favorite memory: driving down the wrong side of the street after a pie run with a VW bug packed with friends like the clown car that it was...with three small mushroom shapes on the back.

other favorite memories: countless latenight serious conversations over red wine and/or cigarettes, always about the important stuff.

I miss you, Dan. It's been too long.

Posted by: cody at April 20, 2004 10:22 PM

Kristen, thank you for the birthday wishes. Your Lad took me to an Armenian restaurant on Monday evening for an early celebration. It was a wonderful meal, which we topped off a little later (surprise, surprise) with falafel pitas and Mediterranean sweets. I do not remember the wicker comment, and am shocked to think I was able to say something so brilliant. That evening was my first ever social event, after all. And I absolutely REFUSE to believe you were expecting me to take your hand and make a move. You were sitting next to Josh, whose insubstantiality kinda scared me, and how fast do you think a guy can go? From middling acquaintance to nibbling lover between the opening and closing credits of 'Reality Bites'? It took a few more weeks before a genuine crush developed, but by then Your Lad had taken you away, on-and-off again forever.

Michele, the mystical beat of 'Under Pressure' echoes in my heart, my memory awash in your delicious VW, top open, bobbing past the eucalyptus trees of that-street-whose-name-I-can't-remember-which-comes-before-you-sort-of-yield-right-onto-what-I-think-is-Odin-,-going-towards-College-Park. Thanks as well for the birthday wishes. I did not get myself killed, despite Gene's three attempts.

Ah Cody, dear Cody. A letter is on the way.

Posted by: djsmall at April 22, 2004 07:55 AM

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