July 2005 Archives
- July 23, 2005: Anatomy of a Name || No. of Comments: 8
When I was in the third grade, a new boy appeared in our school. I hated him automatically and totally. The reason was obvious: His name was Aaron. Until he arrived, I was the only Aaron in the whole elementary school. It was mine and it was special because who else was cool enough to start their name with two vowels? And then he arrived and took that away. Even worse, he defiled my name by spelling it Arron. What the…? It’s in the Bible! The older brother of Moses. A-a-r-o-n. Any other spelling is just plain wrong. It hasn’t…
- July 18, 2005: Guess Which One is my Girlfriend? || No. of Comments: 6
Friday night I received an unexpected phone call from my friend and former co-worker Andrea who requested — no, insisted — that Matt and I meet her, her roommates and their in-town-from-Chicago-friends Drew and Liz, at the bar. (Drew is a homo, so of course we had to meet.) After a few pre-drinks at Boom, we headed to Spin, a local straight dance club that neither Matt nor I had experienced before. We obviously had a good time because we were still there, hot and sweaty and limbs all atangle, when the lights came on at closing time. The girls…
- July 11, 2005: Reach Your Hand || No. of Comments: 9
“Reach your hand as far as it goes and I’ll reach mine. Do you suppose that we could make the world so small that there would be no walls at all?” Singing the above song was my favorite part of the morning when my family would attend my grandmother’s church. Partially I liked it because it signaled the end of the service, when we could rise out of the wooden pews and escape the small sanctuary, whose beautiful, bright stained-glass windows cast prismatic rainbows on the congregation. But also I liked it because it seemed a simple message of hope….
- July 7, 2005: OK, You’re Embarrassing Me || No. of Comments: 12
This is the second week in a row that I’ve received flowers at my office. Last week I was in an intense meeting with the rest of the agency’s account team when the receptionist walked in with a fist full of flowers that I don’t know the name of and stuck them in front of me. Of course, the whole meeting stopped while everyone waited for me to open the card and see who it was from. There are absolutely no secrets in this office. The note said “Have a beautiful day.” The penmanship was almost as bad as my…
- July 5, 2005: Ahh, Summer… || No. of Comments: 5
My definition of a good weekend is one in which you don’t have to do a single thing you don’t want to do. And that’s exactly what I did over the last four days. Here’s a recap of “Aaron’s Much Needed Weekend of Doing Whatever He Wants.” Friday Lunch with the wonderful Dunner, who graced the Midwest with his presence, if only for a weekend. While we munched on salads, the waiter (a friend of mine) came to our table and in a hushed voice said, “Do you know who’s at that table over there?” No, who? “Bo. Derek.” “Bo…
- July 3, 2005: At the Rodeo || No. of Comments: 5
- July 1, 2005: One Year Ago Today || No. of Comments: 9
Happy blogiversary to me.
