The Recapinator


(Custom graphic hand rendered by Ray.)


I promise that this will be the last time I mention “40” colloquially. After this, it’s gonna be all “Age is just a state of mind in New York City. I know it’s crazy, but it’s true,” and “40 is the new black.”


No more 40 stuff after this.


I promise.


But first, pictures! (Of course, permission to reprint was not sought, nor granted.)


Destiny's Child


Party trio, in repose. Except for the one on the right who looks like a Real Housewife of Orange County. But less tranny, and more hotter. (GrammarCheck is on hiatus.)


Farrah and Pops


My friend, Farrah, and my dad, Pops, who sported the same three greasy fingerprints on his sweater all night, an overfilled cup of wine, and hyperactive kissy kissy face for all the ladies.


Bill, Etc.


Welcome to the wine counter. Oh. And there’s Bill, who I was horrified pleased to learn reads my blog, and role model her and fashion model, her.


Pops and Pop


Oh, there’s Kissy Kissy Face again. Singing “Your Cheating Heart,” which he requested time and again, only to be foiled by house host Mike (left), who earlier played “American Pie” on his guitar until Satan and the guy with the pink carnation could go ahead and dry that fricking levee for all we cared.


Me n Mel (tongue-free)


Here’s me and Mel. I really don’t appreciate her boobs completely overshadowing mine, but I’m trying not to be petty about crap like that now that I’m 40. Still, my claw grasp tells a different story. In addition, I like this picture, because it provides a timeline of events. I’m pretty sure it was before I sang “Theme from Mahogany.” I enjoy looking back at this reminder of more halycon days pre-opening my mouth.




Me and the Bubbie, who goes by The Rock. I love him so much for planning this special celebration that I even allowed my unretouched chin to double for this picture.


There you have it. I will now commence turning 40 and three days.


Carry on.


22 thoughts on “The Recapinator”

  1. Happy birthday!!!! I’m so excited, I’m going to smatter this comment with inappropriate exclamation marks!!! Then I’m going to go off and drink an entire bottle of red wine and stand in the backyard, screaming ‘Happy Birthday’ until the neighbors start throwing things!! Obviously I was going to do that anyway, but now I have an excuse!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

  2. Looks like you had a blast. It’s wonderful that you have people in your life who love you enough to throw you a fabulous party for a milestone birthday such as 40. Not that I’m whining or anything, because no one threw ME a 50th birthday party this year . . . *sigh*

    How was that? Feel sorry for me yet? LOL

    Happy birthday! :)

  3. Too much fun! I have a year and less than a month to practice my “turning 40 gracefully face” – I might just skip it and “borrow” one of your pictures.

  4. Now I’m convinced not only are we twin souls, our dads are brothas from another mutha. Right down to the greasy fingerprints. ESPECIALLY the greasy fingerprints.

    Looks like a fantastic time, unretouched chin and all.


  5. love the pics of your dad. love the pics of mel. love the pictures of you. thank you for sharing 40th birthday pics.

    now… why the closed-mouth? did i miss something?

    you’re gawgeous. i love you, and i can’t wait to meet you in person. which i will. someday… ;)

    your favorite stalker,

  6. I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again, The Rock rocks! That was a very nice thing he did! Thanks for sharing moments from your big party! It looks like it was fun, and YOU… LOOKED… MAHVELLOUS!!! I even liked both chins! ; )

    Happy Thanksgiving, Deb!

  7. Happy birthday! I know the feeling of trying not to dwell on The Big One but kind of wanting to, well, dwell the fuck on it. (Witness me in Europe for 2 weeks pre-40).

    You’re right, Mel has fantastic breasts (can I say that? I really can’t wait to meet you all in person) but you seriously look fabulous in every pic.

    Carry on. :D

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