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This year, I'm going to try to start a tradition in which I relay a favorite memory of the birthday-person in question. Who better to start with than Chris?
Late last year, I was tickled by the site of you in your elegant smoking jacket, with a very manly-looking drink in your hand, bobbing up and down on a Yo Gabba Gabba dance mat with such conviction and commitment to your performance. The noises that came from that dance performance were nothing short of brilliantly avant-garde. It would have been the kind of performance that, if seen in the context of a dozen other modern dance pieces, would have no doubt been the one I came home talking about.
May you keep dancing with such exuberance, this year and always. Happy Birthday, Chris!
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