Old Man AK

Blogged under AK and Mrs. AK throw the best parties on the block, friends on Friday 16 May 2008 at 9:54 am

Today, AK turns 40. Yes, 40. He’s an old fart, but a beloved one.

AK and I met ten years ago when he moved to SLC to work at the company I where I was employed. I was soon to become his work wife, much to his wife Mrs. AK’s dismay. Not because she was jealous, but because she felt sorry for me. The dude cannot remember where she keeps paper towels. I don’t live with them, but I can tell you where they are kept–IN THE SAME FUCKING SPOT FOR 8 YEARS, that’s where. He also cannot remember that I am in charge of everyone and everything, and he is not. He’s very easily confused. Obviously.

AK and I shared an office for a few years and it was then he became the older brother I never had. He teased me mercilessly for things that should not matter. Who cares if I add a ‘s’ to street names? Foothill(s) Blvd. is in the FOOTHILLS it should have an ‘s’. He also forced me to listen to Toad the Wet Sprocket all day, every day. And did you hear? The band broke up in 1998.

AK and his family quickly became some of my favorite people, and not just because they fed me and kept me in wine. I couldn’t ask for better, more supportive friend in my life than AK. I can’t imagine a life without him, and luckily I don’t have to. We’ve been through a lot together, and I wouldn’t be the person I am without his influence in my life. I love him for that.

Happy Birthday AK! I’m sorry you’re soooooo old, but it could be worse… you could be RLO.

13 Comments »

  1. Comment by mrs ak — May 16, 2008 @ 10:00 am

    This post will make his big four O bday even better! Happy birthday indeed!!!

  2. Comment by Kate — May 16, 2008 @ 11:12 am

    Loving the “you could be RLO” part… I have no clue why, but I found it to be hilarious!

    Happy Birthday to your friend, AK.

    Kate

  3. Comment by B-dawg — May 16, 2008 @ 11:15 am

    Good friends are hard to come by, I’m happy you have some.

    Tell AK 40 isn’t so bad. I’m 42 and I’ve found age is relative.

  4. Comment by Flahute — May 16, 2008 @ 11:19 am

    I hit the Douglas Adams number myself this year, and I’m still trying to remember what the question is …

    But that has more to do with the answer than the age.

    40 is the new 30. 30 is the new 25. So I’m just 27.

    YAY!

  5. Comment by Anonymous — May 16, 2008 @ 11:21 am

    Happy Birthday AK! You always leave great comments on this site.

  6. Comment by Team JD — May 16, 2008 @ 12:21 pm

    Ha! I thought I was the only one who knew about being a “work wife”. :) Good times…

  7. Comment by Pants — May 16, 2008 @ 1:26 pm

    Happy birthday old man AK!

  8. Comment by Sov — May 16, 2008 @ 1:47 pm

    40 is not that old. 40 is when men are perfectly seasoned and just right. Plus, 40 is when their social maturity is sufficient to allow them to date 30 year-old women. 40 really is the new 30.

  9. Comment by AK — May 16, 2008 @ 3:18 pm

    Thanks Sarah! you’ve always been a great friend.

  10. Comment by pmk — May 16, 2008 @ 8:07 pm

    finally. didn’t you spend your gift card on a walking stick?

  11. Comment by Leash — May 16, 2008 @ 8:19 pm

    I like AK. Upon introduction, the first thing he said was not hello, it was, “Is this the one we have to keep away from the forklifts?”

  12. Comment by jennifer — May 16, 2008 @ 9:15 pm

    I’ve just recently stumbled upon your blog and your twitter. And you are now a hero in my life for figuring out that an entire bottle of wine can fit into a nalgene bottle, that is GENIUS!

    But I work in the music industry, and I hate to tell you, that for some reason unknown to anyone, Toad The Wet Sprocket is still around. Like still playing shows around. It’s disturbing.

  13. Comment by Anonymous — May 16, 2008 @ 11:16 pm

    Happy birthday to your friend.

    I found your blog via Dooce and love it but my productivity level at the office has decreased.

    You have a way of making the most mundane things interesting. Keep it up!

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