Happy thirty-sixth birthday, Ricky! You were always our favorite “Menudo.” Sure, that’s because we don’t actually remember the names of any of the others but, still. Also, that song, you had, about, what, living the life? That’s so crazy? Yeah, you had a song. Good for you! Anyway, we hope you don your gayest apparel and enjoy a day full of unwrapping presents and guzzling demurely sipping coquito.