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Wednesday, August 27, 2008 - 17:47:17
Fun Picture Trick
Friday, August 22, 2008 - 18:11:24
Who Says That!?!?
Growing up I lived with my mother and two sisters. My father was a participant, as well; however, he lived out of town so it was typically my mother who initially met and “approved” those I dated. My mom was also an avid Razorback basketball fan. My first word was “rebound” if that tells you anything. My male junior high and high school friends often opted to watch the games with my mom because she was quite animated. March of 1994 was an extra special month for the Hogs as we won the NCAA Championship title. During this time, my mom asked my buddy Michael a question that would forever haunt me, “What are your intentions with my daughter?” Since that March, this question generally inspires a lot of “uh’s” as well as visible fear and confusion. The general answer was usually generic and seemingly phony. Michael’s response set the bar a little higher. His answer? “To eat and drink as much of your food while I am at your house.” It was the perfect 14 year old teenage boy response.
Michael and I remain friends. In fact, I will be visiting him and his wife Brooke in Manhattan next month.
With Michael at our high school reunion.
June 2008
Yes, I've cut my hair since this photo was taken. Yeck.
Friday, August 15, 2008 - 19:10:21
The Switchboard Theory
I give Wes, my BFF (Best Freakin' Friend), too much credit, but occasionally he hits the nail on the head. He and I have had our fair share of conversations about love and the absence of love. One evening several years ago, I mentioned to Wes "Isn't it odd how someone who is so seemingly perfect initially winds up so obviously imperfect later?" Wes' reply spawned the "Switchboard Theory."
By the way, this is Wes:
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Friday, August 08, 2008 - 12:06:40
White Knights
Back in June, circa 1998, I flew to Chicago for the first time with my aunt Liz. While there, I fell in love...with the city. I was also quite intrigued by my concierge, Alister. I was 17 and he was twelve years my senior. While waiting for my taxi to shuttle us to the airport, I had the opportunity (and misfortune) to talk with Ali. As the time passed, I learned of the vast similarities we shared despite our age difference. Twenty minutes of conversation inspired what later became a decade of friendship. Ali came to visit Little Rock once. I was dating someone seriously at the time. I mention this to prove Ali and I shared a purely platonic relationship.
Through the ten year course of our friendship, he encouraged me to visit multiple times. Perhaps it was my fear of flight, the timing, or intuition that forced excuses and left me Arkansas bound. Ali worked at the hotel part-time enabling him to finish medical school. He often mentioned working long hours which made it difficult for him to visit more.
Friday, August 01, 2008 - 15:05:11
Dreaming Flat Tires
I've found myself aware of expecting the worst — dreaming flat tires, so to speak. My guard is up before the dance begins. I wade in the disbelief he'll call at the hour he promises. Sometimes, I doubt he'll call at all. I question his intentions. I sabotage good things into bad. I fully realized this when I stepped outside of myself to review the following conversation with a friend.
Angie: Who is coming to see your band Thursday night?
Self: <Insert varying list of names here> and he says he's coming but I'll believe it when I see it.
Angie: Why would you assume he wouldn't show up?
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