Once upon a time, say 2008 or 2009?, a handful of folks in the Midwest US, most of whom had previously only ever interacted on Twitter, decided to get together at a pizza place in Chicago. Several amazing friendships began that night. I know; I was there.
Early in the evening I’m talking to a beautiful and outgoing pharmacist from Indiana and we’re talking about this and that and the other, and she mentions her website, chicofgeek. I try to tap it into my phone and spell it shiekofgeek, and get confused, and then I hear that remarkable, infectious laugh.
I ask her where she hosts her site, and she tells me, “Tumblr.” And then proceeds to explain to me how Twitter is very yesterday, and I absolutely have to get on Tumblr. I nod.
We all have fun.
As I’m leaving, this woman calls to me, “Now don’t forget…you have to get on Tumblr.” I drive home and sign up for a Tumblr account that night.
The woman, of course, was Danielle. Now, while I love you all, Danielle is one of those folks around here whom I truly consider a friend. I am so happy for her newly found happiness in Wales, and wish her so much more happiness in the future.
Happy birthday, Danielle. Love you tons.
Photo: She has really soft hands. I mean, so I’ve heard. (by lindstifa)
I’ve felt those hands around my neck and, let me tell you Morrow, they are the soft and beautiful hands of a killer.
Also: Happy birthday D!
