Let The Birthdays Begin

Today is a big day here at Bagwine Ruminations. We are passing on best wishes to a member of the Bagwine family. My brother Vinny is celebrating his birthday.

Fifty-four years ago today the V-Man slid down and out of my mom’s birth canal and began his life’s journey which would include ups and downs, joy and sorrow, and one of those most enduring mullets in hairstyle history.

Vince is the fifth of nine children, which in this case results in a propensity to be incredibly anal structured. If you want to know what time of day it is or what day of the week it is, my brother Vinny is more accurate than a cesium clock.

He cleans out his gutters, washes his car, mows the grass, and goes to the grocery on the same day and at the same time every week. Mussolini and his timely trains had nothing on Vinny.

I am sure Vince and I will share a few drinks in honor of his birthday because he does love his beer. He also loves to eat although looking at him you wouldn’t know it. The boy can really put away the food and yet he remains as thin as Paris Hilton’s serious side. In fact, if he and I came across a tribe of cannibals, they would eat me and use my brother as a toothpick.

So here’s to my brother Vinny…A man whose OCD abounds, who keeps the mullet alive, and a man who obviously has the metabolism of a hummingbird, I bid you Happy Birthday and hope that you don’t get all fucked up when we go back to Eastern Standard Time in a month.

Happy Birthday Vince!!

On a related note, today is merely an October kickoff as far as birthdays go. Later this month we will be celebrating the birthdays of Bagwine fave Haircare Joe, Allie of Memoirs of a Gouda, as well as a really big one…On October 24th, the man-boy and future NBA star who chicks dig, my son Ryan, turns the BIG 13. Yep, on that day he turns into a teenager and I turn into a walking ulcer. I cherish the thought.

Have a truly lovely Monday and please join me in wishing Vinny a wonderful birthday.

Cheers!!